Kunhe Hall.
Qin Tianzhong looked at the determined faces, blood boiling, for a long time without speaking.
"Everyone in our sect is like this, why worry about not thriving?"
Qin Tianzhong lowered his head, curved his lips into a smile, then took a deep breath and uttered just one word:
"Battle!"
As the word "battle" was uttered, a Red Dragon suddenly soared into the sky from a large pool behind Kunhe Hall.
Roar—!!
The Red Dragon roared, ascending straight to the Nine Heavens!
Then above the Nine Heavens, the Red Dragon turned its posture, dove down, and collided into Qin Tianzhong's body, transforming into a crimson Red Dragon Armor.
Qin Tianzhong's right hand grasped again, directly extracting an ancient spear filled with mottled marks from the void.
"Old friend, can you still drink blood?"
Qin Tianzhong gently stroked the ancient spear, his eyes filled with remembrance.
An overdue feeling surged back into his heart.
At this moment.
