Xie An swept his Spiritual Sense across the mountain range but did not sense Ao Kong's aura.
Only then did his heart ease slightly.
Ao Kong's desperate, life-risking style of attack just now had been terrifying on every level.
Now, he had finally quieted down!
Xie An looked at the savage wolf-tooth club in his hand, confidence appearing on his face!
"Thankfully, I have this Seventh Grade Immortal Artifact from the Patriarch. Otherwise, I would likely have fallen here today!"
"Now that I hold a Seventh Grade Immortal Artifact, and these foolish dragons will not gang up on me, then come!
I, Xie An, will surely defeat every last one of you!
And become the final victor!"
Heroic spirit surged within him!
He raised the wolf-tooth club and coldly looked at the many dragons opposite him!
"I never expected Ao Kong to lose. That cultivator is troublesome—a perfect whetstone.
Battling him gives us a great chance of awakening the bloodline power within us!
Which one of you wants to go?"
The leading True Dragon spoke.
"I'll go!"
"I'll go!"
"I'll behead him!"
Though many True Dragons had seen the might of Xie An's wolf-tooth club, they still scrambled to charge forward and fight him, casting life and death aside!
They wanted to awaken their bloodline power!
At the same time, the other dozen or so pairs of True Dragons and cultivators had also gradually determined their winners and losers.
Some cultivators could not withstand even a single strike from the True Dragon clan and were torn to pieces at the very start.
Some could last several exchanges, but they too did not endure for long.
Only two or three pairs had encountered evenly matched opponents, fighting for a long time before the outcome was decided.
Some cultivators won, while