"You dare!"
Hearing the Wind Spirit Race Chief's words, the old man beside Meng Wanning's eyes sharpened. He stepped forward, unleashing his overwhelming pressure like a surging tidal wave to crush Jin Fengling.
But the many Wind Spirit Race experts behind Jin Fengling were prepared. Their auras erupted one after another, forming a barrier around him.
"Just go. Leave everyone else, and everything else, to me!"
Seeing Jin Fengling pause, the Wind Spirit Race Chief spoke coldly.
The Crescent Divine Sword in his hand suddenly burst with dazzling silver-white light. The world around the Emperor Platform seemed to transform into a world domain, with elongated moons hanging in the sky. Their moonlight resembled cold eyes scattered in every direction, looking down upon the Great Dream Clan.
Sensing that chilling Sword Qi, the Great Dream Clan members' eyes filled with shock and anger. The old woman holding the withered staff watched with a deep gaze. Having brought her entire clan here, she had never intended to retreat easily.
Just as her immortal power gathered and a seven-colored radiance bloomed from the divine stone in her palm, a cool, calm voice suddenly rang out:
"Sect Master, Great Dream Clan, everyone."
They could not help turning to look at the young man beside the Emperor Platform.
"Let them come. If they want my life, we'll see whether they have the ability to take it!"
Li Hao's gaze swept over the Dream Master and the others. He said slowly, "I will remember this kindness!"
The Dream Master immediately grew anxious. She had not done this merely to earn Li Hao's gratitude; she wanted to save him. "Don't act rashly."
"I don't want to drag innocent people into this."
Li Hao interrupted her, shaking his head. "If there is a tomorrow, I would gladly fight