The reason Old Dragon Li Gao had such confidence in Su Fan was that he had witnessed Su Fan's true strength with his own eyes in the Archaic Secret Realm.
Two clusters of dark-golden flames danced in his murky dragon eyes as scenes from the Archaic Secret Realm kept flashing through his mind.
Back then, Su Fan had just devoured True Dragon Blood, yet when he faced those ancient, primordial Ninth-Order Great Demons, he was already crushing them outright.
Those ancient, primordial Ninth-Order Great Demons, who usually carried themselves with such imposing might, had been as helpless before him as fragile beetles pinched between a child's fingers.
Although, in the eyes of their True Dragon clan, those ancient, primordial Ninth-Order Great Demons were merely somewhat stronger reptiles,
even a human Integration Stage expert might not necessarily have been able to take them down.
Now, that boy had completely merged True Dragon Blood into his own bloodline and inherited the dragon clan's divine abilities. His strength was long past what it had been before.
In Old Dragon Li Gao's eyes, those so-called Great World cultivators might not be much stronger than those ancient, primordial Ninth-Order Great Demons.
Moreover, Su Fan now had control of Wrath of the True Dragon. Once the boy went berserk, those dozen or so Celestial Race cultivators would probably be unable to stop him.
After Evil Buddha Wang De and Ji Feng heard Li Gao's words, they looked at each other.
Their withered, stick-like fingers clenched their teacups so tightly that pale pressure marks appeared on the glaze.
Wang De's Adam's apple rolled with difficulty, and his dry voice was filled with doubt.
"Senior, if those Great World cultivators were at the same cultivation level as him, there would be nothing to say. But they're still an