At the same time, the jade scroll in Xuanyuan Chong's hand suddenly trembled.
After he finished reading the message from Zhou Qing, an ominous premonition surged in his heart.
He hastily took out Hao'Er's Soul Lamp and watched in disbelief as the already dim lamp flickered violently and then, with a "snap", extinguished completely.
"How dare he?!" Xuanyuan Chong roared towards the sky in anger, the pressure of his late-stage Spirit Severing Realm instantly shattering half the décor in the hall.
In the next moment, above the Nine Heavens Vertices, the majestic fortune golden dragon coiled amidst the clouds suddenly emitted a heart-wrenching wail.
Countless people involuntarily looked up, only to see the golden dragon writhing painfully amidst the clouds, thin threads of golden blood seeping from its scales.
The crowd was puzzled; this was already the second phenomenon within three days.
