"Brother Luoyu, come over here," Wuming transmitted.
Though the two were millions of miles apart, to them, a distance of millions of miles was like a few meters to mortals. In almost the time of a breath, Jun Luoyu had rushed to the entrance of the tavern.
Azure Blood Sword Immortal Zhibai, who had been pursuing Jun Luoyu, followed him over.
A golden-haired young man stood before the tavern entrance, holding a golden spear. One man and one spear stood at the doorway, yet he possessed the imposing aura of one man holding off ten thousand.
Zhibai shot toward the tavern from the sky like a meteor, moving at the utmost speed. Almost instinctively, he noticed the golden-haired young man blocking the entrance.
Is that him?
Zhibai's heart was filled with astonishment.
It's actually Prince Ao Wuming. Hasn't the Dragon Clan always stayed out of the struggles among the various factions? When did Ao Wuming start meddling in this matter? Then again, Prince Ao Wuming has always been arrogant and unruly. Even his father, the Dragon Emperor, cannot control him. Moreover, he is immensely powerful, reputed to be the Dragon Clan's second strongest expert.
Whoosh! Whoosh!
His rapid flight stirred the air, and the turbulent air sent Ao Wuming's golden hair dancing.
"Not stopping?"
Ao Wuming held his spear in one hand, tilting his head slightly upward as he smiled at Zhibai shooting down from the sky. He knew that Zhibai intended to enter the tavern directly through the window on the right.
Ao Wuming's lips curled slightly upward, and the golden spear moved!
In an instant, heaven and earth changed color. Jun Luoyu felt as though endless dragon roars rang beside his ears, while golden light suddenly covered the entire world. Then came a series of thunderous booms.
Gradually...