Li Guanyi and Murong Longtu, in that moment of silence, both realized something.
Prince Qin's temple veins were visibly throbbing.
He raised his hand to cover his forehead and sighed deeply: "Ancient Red Dragon senior, wasn't he always proud and disdainful of commoners, scorning strategies and tactics, believing that power alone could solve everything?"
"How could he resort to such petty tricks?"
Sword Madman Murong Longtu laughed and said: "No matter what, everything is done, and it's even considered a good thing. Guanyi, just wait here for a while."
"Grandpa will be back soon."
Li Guanyi watched Murong Longtu grasp the Wooden Sword Dragon Map and headed out calmly.
A moment later, the sound of the sword and the Dragon Roar of the Ancient Red Dragon rose in the wilderness outside Xiyi City, seen from afar, the Sword Qi like a waterfall, aligning with the stars above, moving back and forth, and the Dragon Roar sound of the Ancient Red Dragon was exhilarating and unrestrained.
