The laughter of the Rank Eight Flame Dragon, Long Yan, rang piercingly through the Greencliff Mountain Range.0

He did not conceal his disdain, openly stating that the Dragon Lair Sect had only decided to stay its hand because Li Zhaotian announced his intention to ascend to the True God Realm.1

If not for that, Long Yan would have mercilessly slaughtered all the young human cultivators present upon arrival.0

The Dragon Lair Sect!0

The expressions of Fan Chen and the others near the Sword Boat atop the rocky peak were grim.0

Fan Chen, Dong Wenjian, and Liu Youyu were descendants of True Gods and had never been subjected to such humiliation.0

Even so, they were on the Fey Race's territory.0

The slumbering ancient Thunder Dragon was also known for being tyrannical and showed little regard for the True Gods.0

Thus, they could only grit their teeth and endure.0

Pang Jian's gaze turned cold and distant as he subtly employed his divine soul.0

As his unique divine sense converged, Pang Jian's eyes turned a brilliant gold, like radiant golden torches. Still hovering in the air, he carefully probed the Rank Eight Flame Dragon with his enhanced perc...0