The Eight Great Race Leaders were left dumbfounded by the tirade.
This style of verbal assault was something Long Ao had learned from street thugs. The Eight Great Race Leaders were the heads of their respective clans; when had they ever been subjected to such a barrage of curses? It was simply unheard of.
"You're courting death."
"Go to hell," Long Ao cursed fiercely. At that exact moment, Long Ming had just finished receiving his inheritance. A flicker of joy passed through Long Ao's heart as he immediately sent Long Ming into the Dragon Seal Space.
"Where's the beast?"
"Human, hand over the beast, or we'll make you wish you were dead."
Seeing the beast vanish for no reason, the Eight Great Race Leaders knew with absolute certainty that its disappearance was connected to the human before them.
