The Wujiu Vulture Dragon Pattern appeared, and instantly a chilling wind howled with authority, accompanied by a terrifying dragon roar echoing in everyone's ears.
"Dragon!"
Chief Dan Lie and the others changed their colors.
Even Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu showed disbelief, followed by an inexpressible anger in their hearts.
Yan Zhu cursed angrily:
"You, Wujiu Tribe, even dare to steal the Dragon Pattern, desecrating the Royal Court, deserving death!"
The Young Master of Witch Vulture, with a cold face, said indifferently:
"The Dragon Vein of the Great Wilderness resides with those who have virtue, what talk of theft? Since I can bear the Dragon Pattern, it shows the Dragon Vein recognizes me, and I possess the fate of the king's path. The Divine Dragon has acknowledged my bloodline and descended upon me. As a shaman, what right do you have to interfere?"
Yan Zhu's expression turned unsightly, and his mind was in turmoil, momentarily speechless with anger.
