"You... you killed Chiyue!?"
"ROOOAR... The Dragon Race of the Northern Domain will hunt you to the ends of the earth—"
When Jiang Wanzhao heard this, she couldn't hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.
Such a typical display of impotent rage. So what if the Dragon King of the Northern Domain came? Would he dare so much as fart before the gates of the Pinnacle Celestial Immortal Sect?
Next, Jiang Wanzhao beckoned again, crushing the remaining two dragons one by one.
She then collected all their flesh and blood into a gourd-like Spiritual Artifact.
Then, as if she had just done something trivial, she turned and flew onto Zou Feng's Flying Celestial Ship.
"Don't worry, you'll get your share of the essence from these three beasts!"
As she said this, Jiang Wanzhao's gaze burned as she sized up Zou Feng, as if seeing him for the first time.
