As the experts of the Coiled Dragon Race poured into the remains of the Soaring Dragon Mountain Range, the attention of the Holy Dragon World seemed to have focused on the Six Vision Sacred Land as Dao Venerables swarmed to the area.

Despite their appearance, Huang Xiaolong didn’t bother looking at them as he continued to meditate. It seemed as though he didn’t care about those who came.

“Who is that kid?! He killed the second young master of the Coiled Dragon Race, and Feng Xue of the Heavenly Phoenix Race… He didn’t leave the area immediately, and he continued to cultivate on the Soaring Dragon Terrace! He’s blatantly insulting the prestige of both races!” A Third Esteem Dao Venerable from the White Dragon Race frowned. 

The White Dragon Race was also one of the strongest...