"Courting death!"
A thunderous roar exploded, shaking the entire world at the sound.
In a certain world, an elder sat cross-legged in the grand hall. With a furious roar, he shattered the hall into nothingness.
Outside the grand hall stretched endless mountains, with black mist swirling among them. In the ravines and ravines, pairs of enormous eyes opened wide at that furious roar.
They were dragons lurking in the darkness, originally cultivating, but were awakened by this furious roar.
"Rumble rumble rumble... Dragons
flew in from all directions, their bodies blotting out the sky and sun, enormous and overwhelming, their auras pressing down on ten thousand paths.
"Clan Leader, what happened?"
These giant dragons charged in from all directions, all of them immortal powerhouses. Most importantly, even among immortal powerhouses, their auras were dozens of times stronger than those of ordinary immortal experts.
"Damn it, a human kid killed my son Tianye." The elder known as the clan leader roared angrily.
"What?"
The dragons were both shocked and furious.
"How is this possible? Isn't your soul suppressing Young Master Tianye? When he faces the threat of death, he automatically activates his divine ability. That strike is definitely half your strength."
Not to mention a human boy, even a human saint might not be able to withstand him. A dark Nether Dragon couldn't help but say.
"This human kid possesses the divine powers of the True Dragon clan and knows a certain level about our Nether Dragon clan.
He actually tore off Tianye's reverse scale without triggering his reverse scale perception. That way, my attack couldn't be unleashed at all. Damn it!
Damn humans, they must pay the price for their foolishness. I will make the human blood debt pay with blood.
Gather all the strong warriors immediately, mobilize immediately, and wipe out his sect and wipe out every member of his family. "The leader of the Underworld Dragon Clan shouted angrily.
"Patriarch, please calm down for now. Of course, we must avenge Young Master Tianye. But first, let's find out the background and the forces behind the person who killed the young master." An immortal powerhouse from the Nether Dragon clan said.
"Bastard! I don't care what his background is, what forces he has behind him. I want his entire sect, his entire race, to be buried with my son." The leader of the Dark Dragon Clan was furious.
"Chief, you misunderstood me. Our Minglong clan has been afraid of whom, who would come? If they dared to kill the young master, they must make sure they had no place to be buried.
What I mean is, first investigate his background, and investigate all the sects, relatives, and friends related to him. We must kill them all.
Before we act, we must know their locations; if these people are scattered, we need to consider multi-front operations.
Otherwise, we would only wipe out his family and sect, and let the others with ties flee. If we go after them, it's like looking for a needle in a haystack. "The immortal powerhouse of the Dark Dragon clan hurriedly said.
Hearing this, the anger on the Minglong clan leader's face eased a little. He nodded and said,
"You're calm enough. You're right. We can't let them escape. Isn't there a saying among the human race that they implicate nine clans?" Hmph, I want to kill everyone connected to him.
Even a humble human dares to kill my great Dark Dragon genius. I want the whole world to know what fear truly is. "
Greetings, honored Patriarch."
Soon, two elderly men dressed in black robes with dragon head patterns on their chests walked in and knelt before the Minglong clan chief.
These two were guest elders of the Minglong clan. To put it bluntly, they were lackeys of the clan, responsible for coordinating all matters concerning Ming Haotian.
As a Saint, the Minglong clan leader dared not leave his world lightly, so he needed to learn about the outside world through the human race and handle matters outside.
With both needs and requests, countless humans knelt outside in line. These two elders, whose cultivation had reached the immortal realm, were inspiring and tactful, skilled at reading people, thus gaining the dragons' favor and becoming dogs wearing "dragon skins."
"Let me ask you, is there anyone in the human race named Long Sanye Shiye?" The clan leader of the Nether Dragon Clan shouted sternly.
"Is this Third Master Long?" I've never heard of it! The old man was completely confused.
"I've never even heard of this. What use do I have for you?" The leader of the Dark Dragon Clan was furious.
"Pfft!"
The Minglong clan chief struck with a claw in midair. The old man didn't even have a chance to resist; his body exploded in an instant, blood splattering all over the elder beside him.
The elder beside him was instantly terrified. The Minglong clan was too brutal, killing people whenever they wanted. No matter what, the two of them were loyal to the Minglong clan, but they never expected death to strike so suddenly.
"Let me ask you, do you know that the human race has a young man named Long Sanye Shiye? Don't tell me, you don't know either." The Minglong clan chief looked at another elder, his face sinister as he spoke.
The old man trembled all over with fear. He knew that if he couldn't answer, he would immediately reincarnate along with his companion, so his mind was working desperately.
"Master Long San, yes, Young Master Long, young man, ...," the old man kept muttering.
The Minglong clan chief's face showed impatience. He suddenly raised his large hand, and the old man screamed in terror, his voice choked with tears:
"I know, I know who he is..."
"Who is it? Tell me!" The clan leader of the Dark Dragon Clan shouted coldly.
"He is ... He is ... A very impressive young man... "Actually, that old man hasn't remembered who he is yet; he's desperately stalling for time."
"How dare you brush me off? You're courting death!" The Minglong clan chief was furious, his large hand reaching straight for the old man to grab him.
"I know, his name is Long Chen." The old man screamed in terror.
"Whoosh."
At that moment, the clan leader's claw stopped pressing downward. Just a hair's slightly, the old man was reduced to a pile of flesh.
"Bastard! He clearly calls himself Third Master Long, and you dare deceive me?" The leader of the Nether Dragon Clan suddenly shouted angrily.
"No, no, no, ..."
The old man was so frightened he hurriedly waved his hand, but before he could explain, he quickly said,
"Master Long San, yes, his nickname. His real name is Long Chen, and I can guarantee it with my head." The old man hurriedly said.
His forehead was already covered in sweat; he didn't know Long Chen at all. When Long Chen became famous, he was still sealed.
Fortunately, he joined the Minglong clan. To better be a dog, he collected a lot of information about Ming Haotian in recent years. Perhaps this is also a kind of knowledge that changes fate.
"Which family does he come from, which sect?" The clan leader of the Dark Dragon Clan asked.
"He is the next ascender of the next generation, without a clan, but he does have a sect." The old man hurriedly said.
"Which sect?"
"Lingxiao Academy."
When the four words "Lingxiao Academy" were heard, the powerful members of the Nether Dragon clan instantly fell silent.