As the Holy Dragon Emperor's grandson, Long Longlong had already been dealt a crushing blow.
Now that Myriad Dragon Divine Mountain had barely any barriers and no defenses anywhere, the other side's young people were running wild all over the place...
Sometimes, there was simply nothing they could do about them.
"Let's go take a look."
Before Li Tianming could say anything, Ye Lingfeng had already headed that way.
In the blink of an eye, the two descended into Shuyu Pavilion and saw that Lin Xiaoxiao was already there.
The young boy beside her was Long Longlong.
He possessed the Holy Dragon talent, and he even held the Nine Dragons Imperial Sword!
Yet today, he was clearly no longer as high-spirited as before.
His face was somewhat pale, having lost some of its former luster.
Quite a few young disciples stood beside him as well, their expressions anxious.
"Tianming... Brother."
Long Longlong wore a bitter expression.
They had met before.
When Li Tianming came down, he saw a group of disciples gathered outside.
At this moment, their laughter had already drifted inside.
"Who is it?"
Li Tianming asked.
"Long Wangyu."
Long Longlong gritted his teeth.
"The Nether Dragon Emperor's direct grandson, forty-three years old, tenth level of the Stellunar Phase Divine Realm. He was the one who humiliated you last time?"
Li Tianming asked.
"How did you know?"
Long Longlong stared at him blankly.
"Secret."
Li Tianming smiled.
Truthfully, it was because of Silver Dust.
With it around, an immense amount of information had flooded into Li Tianming's mind over the past few days.
"Longlong, he's more than twenty years older than you. Don't become this timid just because you lost. You have to remember—you are the face of the Xuanyuan Dragon Sect."
Li Tianming said.
"I know, but precisely