Chen Changqing's voice was not loud, yet it passed through the hole in the roof and rang clearly through the skies above Ten Thousand Demons Tower.
That line—"Does the old one want to die too?"—was filled with naked killing intent.
The Ancient Dragon Clan elder who had just made his move, a half-step True Lord-level powerhouse, had clearly not expected his pressure to be shattered so easily. Nor had he expected the other party to dare provoke him in return.
In the sky, dragon might churned as fury surged.
An aged figure flickered in and out among the clouds. A terrifying aura locked firmly onto Ten Thousand Demons Tower below, as though thunderous wrath would descend the very next moment.
"Impudent!"
The aged voice rang out again. This time, the rage within it was enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas.
But just as he was about to strike once more—
An aura even vaster, more ancient, and more unquestionable than his dragon might erupted without warning from the heart of Ten Thousand Demon City, shooting into the heavens and instantly enveloping the entire city.
That aura was tyrannical beyond compare, as though it were the sole sovereign of heaven and earth.
Before it, both the battle intent of Chen Changqing's incarnation and the overwhelming dragon might of the Ancient Dragon Clan elder in the sky seemed utterly insignificant, like guttering candles in the wind.
The clouds overhead were instantly smoothed flat by an invisible force.
The aged figure gave a muffled groan and emerged from the clouds. He was an old man dressed in a luxurious golden robe, with white hair and beard. His face was flushed red, clearly having suffered a hidden loss under the impact of that aura.
"Who dares behave so outrageously in Ten