Tang Long's face was gloomy and sullen inside the Tang Dragon Sacred Manor’s great hall. The great hall was filled with experts from Freezing Desert Sacred Land and Chufan Sacred Land. The atmosphere was a little heavy, and a storm was brewing and roiling with a murderous aura that stemmed from wrath. 

“Good, very good!” Tang Long sneered coldly. “Even a disciple of Cangqiong Old Man dares to kill my disciple in public. It looks like a new sacred land that has just been established for only several hundred years doesn’t respect me and my Tang Dragon Sacred Land because I haven’t been appearing in public much these years !”

Other experts of Tang Dragon Sacred Land all trembled inexplicably, sensing the suffocating killing intent surging around Tang Long. 

Freezing Desert Sacred Land’s master, Han Mo’s face was full of frost. “I originally wanted to let Cangqiong Old Man to enjoy a few years of his...