"Dong Dian!" Prince Rong's eyes bulged with fury as he roared.
Hearing Prince Rong's furious roar, Dong Dian understood as well. After today, he would probably have to stand on the opposite side of the Central Sacred Nation. All the fame, fortune, and status he possessed in the Divine Capital would vanish like smoke in thin air today.
After today, Dong Dian would no longer be the Quasi-Dao Realm expert who stood beneath one person and above ten thousand in the Central Sacred Nation and was respected by all.
After today, he would no longer be the deputy hall master of the Dragon Court's Yang Hall.
After today, if he was lucky enough to survive, he would probably have no choice but to flee far from home and conceal his identity for the years to come.
But these were all questions Dong Dian had considered before coming. He simply had no other choice. Either he came and became a traitorous minister hunted by the Central Sacred Nation, or he stayed and immediately had his cultivation drained by Lin Bai.
Clearly, Dong Dian still did not want to abandon the cultivation he had painstakingly built over several hundred years. Thus, he had chosen to come and take a gamble!
"Very well. Since you're standing on the opposite side of the Sacred Nation today, you should know what you'll have to face. Then let me see whether your swordsmanship has improved over the years!" The Dragon Lord's lips curled into a cold smile. His overwhelming aura stirred a storm, whipping his hair and robes about and making him seem like a heavenly god descending to the mortal realm!
Dong Dian's expression turned solemn. With a flash of his hand, a sharp sword appeared, and his sword intent soared into the heavens.
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