Outside the Ancient Dragon Clan's secret realm, ancient trees towered overhead and vegetation flourished, giving it the distinct feel of a tropical rainforest.
Just as Han Wu prepared to release his pressure as a signal to the Ancient Dragon Clan that he had arrived,
a series of heavy thud, thud footsteps sounded behind him.
Han Wu turned and saw an enormous Tyrannosaurus Rex charging toward him.
An incomparably savage pressure radiated from its body.
Han Wu was just about to have the Gold Dragon King Smaug, who excelled at close combat, step in and stop the Tyrannosaurus Rex.
But a burly man leaped down from the Tyrannosaurus Rex's back, landing directly before Han Wu.
"Who are you? Why have you come here?" The burly man looked at Han Wu, then at the dragons behind him, his guard fully raised.
The man held a Small World Grade divine weapon, and the sight made Han Wu's eyes widen.
If he was not mistaken, this burly man should have been a member of the Ancient Dragon Clan.
Han Wu could not help sighing inwardly. The Ancient Dragon Clan was truly rich. Even their gatekeeper could wield a Small World Grade divine weapon!
Han Wu had not come here to cause trouble, but to pay a visit.
Naturally, he had to mind his manner and give the Ancient Dragon Clan no fault to pick at.
"I was invited here to visit the Ancient Dragon Clan," Han Wu explained.
The burly man remained doubtful.
Still, Han Wu's knowledge that the Ancient Dragon Clan lived here eased some of the man's vigilance. "Then who invited you?"
"Senior Long Qi," Han Wu replied.
The burly man's eyes immediately flew wide open, and the divine weapon in his hand nearly fell to the ground.
"My great-grandfather invited you?