The God King of the Jiao Clan gave a cold shout, and suddenly there was spiritual power around him that overwhelmed the world, and he wanted to rush towards Yelang.
"Ye...Yeliu! You are so rude, do you know who this is?!"
Ye Lang's face was gloomy and his eyes were a little frightened.
The person in front of him is his eldest brother, the current leader of the Jiao Clan.
"Hmph, a mere human ant, why, Yelang, is this what you rely on to dare to return to the clan?"
Yeliu sneered, he naturally knew about the opening of the secret realm.
Moreover, the younger generation of the Jiao Clan has already gone to the outer areas to hunt down the geniuses of the human race who carry the treasures in their hands.
Even if the young man in front of him has a supreme status in the outside world, in this place where the emperor has fallen, it doesn't matter.
After all, the old immortal has promised that as long as he is here, no strong person can enter this secret realm.
"How dare you! A mere wild dragon dares to be so bold in front of me!"
Before Ye Lang could open his mouth, Ling Xiao shouted angrily in front of him, and suddenly waved out his palm. A flash of thunderous palm print instantly tore through the void and stamped hard towards Ye Liu.
"Gulu."
Ye Lang stared at the scene in front of him in stunned silence, his face turned pale with fright.
Isn’t this little master too cool?
Dare to take action against the God King after breaking through the realm of delusion?
No, you should take out that hoop after all, use the trick you used to fool me before, fool this night flow, and show off again!
How is such a tough pretense any different from seeking death?
If Ling Xiao hadn't planted a soul seal on Hun Hai, Yelang would probably turn around and run away at this moment.
"Hmph! Ignorant child, looking for..."
Yeliu sneered, but before he could finish his words, a strong panic suddenly flashed in his eyes.
At the same time, an extremely ferocious aura suddenly filled the sky above the Jiao Clan's ancestral land.
That kind of panic-stricken situation seems to be the power of the legendary... true dragon?
At this moment, Yeliu didn't dare to move and let the palm mark slap him in the face, knocking him down from the air and slamming him in front of the Jiao Clan's temple.
"Who exactly...doesn't know whether to live or die?"
Ling Xiao smiled lightly and looked at the shocked Jiao Clan people in front of him, his eyes full of sarcasm.
Believe in the true dragon?
Is there a trace of true dragon blood flowing in the body?
Sorry, I have a real dragon in my crotch!
Huahua was wrapped around Lingxiao's thighs, staring blankly with dog eyes.
The master is so strange. One moment he lets people release their breath, and the next moment they don't allow them to move.
Just now, I actually asked for a drop of his blood!
I hate it so much that I can't even sleep well.
"Gulu!"
Ye Lang looked at Ling Xiao next to him with an expression of fear. Just now, he actually felt a trace of... the power of the true dragon in this young man?
Although he has never seen a so-called real dragon since he was born.
but…
That kind of suppression from blood and soul is unmistakable!
This young man turned into a real dragon?!
Gan!
You said you were a real dragon, yet you went to such trouble to put the seal on my belt.
Don’t talk about dad, you are my holy ancestor!!
Unknowingly, the expression on Ye Lang's face changed.
It's not a sign of respect and reverence, but a kind of... infinite arrogance.
Children of the Jiao Tribe, open your dog eyes and see clearly, my father is a real dragon!!
"When you see me, why don't you...kneel down to me?!"
Ling Xiao looked coldly at the strong men of the Jiao clan, the arrogance on their faces was like that of the Dragon God descending from the nine heavens, sacred and majestic, not allowing anyone to provoke them.
"thump!"
The group of dragon masters who originally had evil looks on their faces felt confused and fell to their knees on the ground instinctively.
"Yeliu, right? Are you the leader of the Jiao Clan?"
Ling Xiao's figure fell from the sky, stood in front of Ye Liu with a swollen face, and laughed coldly.
"Who...are you?"
"It doesn't matter who I am, what matters is, how many people from your Baijiao clan believe in my dragon clan bloodline now?
Ling Xiao looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with sadness.
"I'm so disappointed."
"Buzz."
Another wisp of dragon power spread out, and the whole place of the Dragon Clan was instantly shaken by a fishy wind.
Even the ancestor of the Jiao clan, who had been in seclusion for who knows how many years, suddenly opened his eyes, and deep in his eyes seemed to contain endless joy.
Is it...the aura of the Holy Ancestor?
Could it be...
"Whoosh!"
In the distant sky, there suddenly came the sound of countless breaking winds.
I saw one after another strong men from the Jiao clan with powerful auras walking out of the cave and heading towards the temple.
Behind Ling Xiao, Ye Lang's face was slightly pale, but his expression was extremely cold and arrogant.
"Yeliu, what's going on? And...who is this person?"
An old figure fell from the sky and stood beside Yeliu, looking at Ling Xiao solemnly.
He didn't feel any demonic aura from this young man, but rather he felt like a human being.
But that dragon power just now...
"Greetings to the ancestor."
All the people from the Jiao Clan immediately bowed down and shouted loudly at the old man.
"Ancestor Ye Shen...he...he seems to be of the True Dragon Clan."
"What?!"
The ancestor of the Jiao clan narrowed his eyes slightly, his old eyes filled with doubts and shock.
The true dragon clan!
Could it be that the Holy Ancestor sent them to lead them to the Nine Heavens Immortal Realm?
"This... little friend, may I ask you..."
"Hmph, I am the young master of the mighty Tianlong clan. I happened to be here for training. I heard that an elder in my clan has blood here. I just came here to take a look. I didn't expect you..."
Ling Xiao glanced coldly at Na Yeliu, who suddenly trembled all over, and a wisp of chill spread inexplicably from the soles of his feet.
"What? The mighty Tianlong clan?"
Night ginseng's eyes sparkled with brilliance.
Although he has never heard of the name of this clan, it is obvious that this is a very terrifying and ancient clan!
Dawei, Tianlong!
Its majesty is eternal and it is named after heaven.
It is mixed with holy will and full of killing!
It is worthy of the name of our clan’s holy ancestor!
However, according to what this young man said, the Saint Ancestor of our clan is actually only an elder, and he... is actually the young master of that clan?
Unknowingly, Ye Shen's old face showed humility.
Even the figure gradually became a little rickety.
How many years?
How many years has it been since he, the mighty God Emperor, has felt such excitement?
Is it possible that the spring of our Jiao tribe is coming?
"You said you are the young master of the Tianlong Clan, but what proof do you have?"
Yeliu gritted his teeth and asked coldly.
"How presumptuous! How dare you question the identity of this deity even if you are just a miscellaneous person!!"
Ling Xiao roared angrily, and waved his palm out again, a wisp of dragon power spread out, knocking Yeliu to the ground again, and he didn't get up for a long time.
So domineering!!!
That’s what it feels like!!
This is the aura that the young master of the True Dragon Clan should have!
On the contrary, it would only look suspicious if this young man produced any so-called credentials!
After all, why should a real dragon care about what the dragon thinks?
"However, when I came here today, I met this little dragon by chance. His words were extremely humble. I was very happy and gave you a... good fortune."
Ling Xiao stretched out his hand and called Ye Lang to him. With a flick of his finger, a drop of blood instantly flew out from his fingertips and fell towards the latter's mouth.
The mighty dragon is rolling and surging!
At this moment, all the powerful men in the entire Jiao Clan were trembling with fear!!