Poison Dragon Old Ancestor turned a blind eye, brimming with confidence in the Talisman Treasure's defense.
Forget a mere Lihe Realm cultivator—even if all Six Kings of the Sea Race arrived here together, whether they could smash it apart would still be an unknown.
This hateful brat had actually forced him into such a state. At worst, he would abandon this fleshly body; even so, he had to kill him here.
After all, if his body was destroyed, he could still recover after seizing another. At worst, he would go back and enter seclusion for three to five hundred years. In any case, he absolutely could not leave behind this mortal threat.
He already had such strength in the late Lihe Realm. Once he advanced to Dongxuan, would Poison Dragon Old Ancestor still have any room to survive?
He knew his own situation best. This was not boosting the enemy's morale and destroying his own prestige; rather, with this boy's growth speed, Poison Dragon Old Ancestor truly felt terror.
A crisis had to be strangled in the cradle... no, this had long since ceased to be any cradle. This was already his final chance.
No matter what, he had to seize it!
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor had roamed unhindered for over ten thousand years and could be called a tyrant of his generation. This much judgment, at least, he still possessed.
A whooshing sound entered his ears. The Five Dragon Seal had already smashed down toward his head. The Talisman Treasure radiated golden light in all directions, and all kinds of mysterious runes shot out from its surface, arranging themselves into a curtain of light that appeared unbreakable.
Poison Dragon Old Ancestor was not worried in the slightest. Yet the scene that unfolded below made his eyes suddenly bulge wide.