"Very good. If things work out, your task will still concern the Ancient Dragon family, but it will be transferred to Ancient Dragon Jun." I said flatly. The other party answered, "Yes, sir," without asking why.
The first match of the afternoon finally began. Just as the intelligence had said, the descendants of Ancient Dragon Zhi and Ancient Dragon Hao really did launch into a fierce battle. Both had only comprehended the fifth level, but once they began fighting, neither gave an inch. The match surged to one climax after another, and every attack was aimed at the other's vital points, as though they were afraid they might not kill each other.
This kind of match roused even the ministers, who had originally been trembling like cicadas in winter, into heated discussion. They even forgot about the threat posed by the Shengtu family's imminent arrival.
The match between the two eventually turned into a slaughter. Ancient Dragon Zhi was gnashing his teeth in fury, while Ancient Dragon Hao clenched his fists, afraid his child might lose. In the end, Ancient Dragon Zhi's side still lost its momentum. After all, once this match ended, it would be difficult to deal with the opponent in the finals. He failed to steady his breath for even a moment, allowing his opponent to seize the opening and beat him into a spirit body!
Ancient Dragon Zhi was furious beyond words. Even as a spirit body, he could not stop himself from kicking the desk away. He then left the arena directly with the ministers of his household. No one could stop this willful departure—not even Ancient Dragon Xun. He remained awkwardly where he was, unable to decide whether to stay or go. Following Ancient Dragon Zhi would inevitably offend Ancient Dragon Hao, who was