Outside the Valley of Ten Thousand Insects.
Facing the majestic pressure emitted by a contemporary Venerable.
Lu Yuan felt as if a great Ancient Divine Mountain was pressing down on him, his feet deeply embedded in the ground.
Yet his expression remained calm, even as his bones creaked and blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, his spine never bent in the slightest!
"To withstand the pressure of a Venerable without kneeling, this young man's temperament and bloodline are certainly exceptional."
"But to become a Venerable, who among them isn't remarkably gifted?"
"Yan'Er is destined to be one of the strongest beneath these stars. If this boy wants to enter my Dragon Race family, he'll need to show real skills."
Long Zhan stared at Lu Yuan, seeming thoughtful.
How numerous are the geniuses of this world?
In his tens of thousands of years, the prodigies and demons he'd seen were countless, like carp crossing the river.
