"May I ask which ancestor of the Dragon Clan you are, Senior?" Little White Dragon asked respectfully.
There were indeed several ancestors within the Dragon Clan.
Once.
As the Third Prince of the West Sea Dragon Clan and one of the heirs to the West Sea Dragon King, Little White Dragon had been fortunate enough to meet several of these ancestors.
Yet none of them was the man before him.
Moreover, none of those ancestors possessed an aura as domineering as this man's.
The bloodline pressure was immensely powerful.
It was nearly crushing him to the point that he could not breathe.
Such terrifying pressure.
Little White Dragon had never sensed it from those hidden ancestors, nor had he ever heard of such an ancestor.
Ancestral Dragon said, "I am your ancestor—Ancestral Dragon Ao Zhan!"
"Hm?"
Upon hearing Ancestral Dragon's words, Little White Dragon froze, unable to recover for a long while.
Several seconds later.
Little White Dragon finally came to his senses, though there was now a trace of anger on his face.
A longsword appeared in his hand.
Its cold gleam was sharp and fierce.
"Where did this wild god come from, daring to impersonate my ancestor?!"
Without hesitation, Little White Dragon thrust the three-foot blade in his hand toward Ancestral Dragon.
Ancestral Dragon.
The ancestor of the Dragon Clan.
He was truly and undeniably the Dragon Clan's forefather! As a descendant of the Dragon Clan.
Now, someone actually dared to insult the Dragon Clan's ancestor.
Little White Dragon's cultivation might have been low.
But for the sake of his ancestor's reputation, he still did not hesitate to fight! He would defend his ancestor's dignity.
Just as Little White Dragon's sword shot forth.
Ancestral Dragon's aura strengthened severalfold.
Under that terrifying pressure.
Little White Dragon could no longer