"You..."
Golden Candle's face turned slightly cold.
Di Jun said indifferently, "If you're dissatisfied, have Mo Mu come and talk to me personally, or have a battle with me!"
To Di Jun, this blond elder's strength was about the same as the Eight-clawed Ancestor.
Without the backing of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, this blond elder would have no status or qualifications to negotiate with Di Jun.
Golden Candle clearly understood this reasoning as well.
He glanced coldly at the Fierce Dragon God and snorted, saying grimly, "Old man, I'm waiting. You better hide here forever, or else... hmph!"
After speaking, he flicked his sleeve sharply and disappeared from this world.
The disciples of the Ten Thousand Beasts Sect, seeing that the elder had left, naturally did not dare to linger and hurriedly tore open space rifts to depart.
...
In the land of the Eight-clawed Dragon Clan, all the clansmen finally breathed a sigh of relief.
