At the scent of that unusual fragrance, the Golden Immortal True Dragon trembled with rage from head to toe.
"From this day forth, the Dragon Race and the Hidden Spirit Sect will be locked in an endless struggle to the death!!"
After saying this, the Golden Immortal True Dragon tore through space and departed.
"Younger brother, why didn't you keep that Golden Immortal True Dragon and turn him into a dish?" the white-haired old man asked as he watched the Golden Immortal True Dragon leave.
The White-haired Old Man did not particularly care about facing the Dragon Immortal Palace, but the Dragon Race behind the Dragon Immortal Palace was another matter.
In the past, he truly would have been somewhat afraid. But facing them together with Xu Fan, he instantly felt reassured.
What kind of person was his Younger Brother? In the future, merely the owners of those pairs of eyes fixed upon him would be enough to teach the Dragon Race a lesson they would never forget.
"After all, he only came to deliver a message. Killing him and making him into a dish would be a little too arrogant." After speaking, Xu Fan cast a calm glance in a certain direction.
Many pairs of eyes were watching the Hidden Spirit Sect from there.
"Older Brother, that strange fragrance just now must have come from the All Dragon Feast dishes made by disciples of our sect's Gourmet Dao."
"I'll take Older Brother over to try some first~" Xu Fan invited with a smile, showing none of the urgency he had displayed when confronting the Dragon Race.
"Alright, I'll listen to Younger Brother~"
On the plain behind the main peak, three plates of fragrant dishes were set before Xu Fan and the White-haired Old Man.
"Great Elder, this is Dragon