"Long Ao, I'll give you a chance. Summon your partner. I'm very curious to see if Dragon Martial Artists are as powerful as the legends say."
Long Ao knew exactly what the Howling Moon Demon Wolf meant.
It wanted nothing more than to seize Long Qiang's blood and soul to break through to the Saint Realm.
Facing a peak Holy Beast, Long Ao didn't dare to be the slightest bit careless. He knew the outcome of this battle—life or death—was uncertain.
"You're scared?"
Long Ao sneered. "I've never known the meaning of fear. Howling Moon Demon Wolf, soon I will use your blood to tell the world that no one dares to defy my Dragon Sect."
"Hahaha! What an arrogant brat. You're simply courting death."
The moment it finished speaking, the Howling Moon Demon Wolf shot forward, a terrifying Holy Essence pressing down fiercely.
