Two strikes. In an instant, he had slain two Daoist Ancestors of the Sword Ancestor Realm. And they were ancient Daoist Ancestors of the Dragon Race!
Long Qinyu's bloodcurdling scream still reverberated through the air. The scene stunned everyone, sending a chill down their spines.
'Just who was this person?'
So savage and vicious, so cold and decisive, so powerful he defied the very heavens!
Meanwhile, Ye Tianling remained expressionless, holding the Xuanyuan Celestial Evil Sword and pointing it forward.
Ahead of him lay the Dragon Race's territory, where Long Zaiyan of the Bloodthirsty Black Dragon Clan stood.
Long Zaiyan's expression was hideous; his face was a mask of rage and hatred.
"Who are you? Who in the hell are you? For someone so powerful to bully the weak—do you think our Dragon Race has no Saints?"
Long Zaiyan fought against the immense pressure, unable to stop himself from roaring in fury.
