Like the present grand ancestors, Ao He stared at Huang Xiaolong as though he was staring at some dumb*ss beggar asking to meet the emperor of a kingdom at the gates of the imperial palace. 

When he finally processed what Huang Xiaolong said, he roared with laughter. “What did you just say? Do you plan on retrieving the Blood Dragon Stele from our Dark Lightning Holy Dragon Ancestor? Are you sure your brain is working fine? Do you really think you can barge into our Holy Dragon Race and mess around with that Ninth Esteem Dao Venerable Realm beast by your side?!”

The grand ancestors of the Holy Dragon Race glared at Huang Xiaolong.

“Brat, I don’t know which creed you come from, but if you think that you can do as you wish in our Holy Dragon World, then you’re wrong,” Ao Linhai growled.

Casually tracing the dao lines on the Tortoise Ancestor’s...