The Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan was a warlike demon cultivator clan. To satisfy its members' usual need for sparring and fighting, it had built a sturdy, enormous martial arena.
At this moment, Ao Jianlie and the vertical-pupiled man walked out of the palace and landed in the martial arena, immediately attracting the attention of many clan members.
Ao Jianlie was the young master of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan. Whether in talent or potential, he was second only to that pearl of the Flood Dragon Clan.
As for the vertical-pupiled man facing Ao Jianlie, the members of the Flood Dragon Clan were not unfamiliar with him either. They had already received word that the young master of the Cloud-Swallowing Python Clan would be arriving today.
At this moment, the vertical-pupiled man stood with his hands behind his back. Looking at Ao Jianlie in the distance, he suddenly said coldly, "You still have time to regret it."
Ao Jianlie's expression darkened. Clenching his fists, he roared, "Today, I'll see for myself what your Cloud-Swallowing Python Clan is capable of."
"You dared to humiliate our Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan. No matter who you are, you'll pay the price."
He spoke with absolute resolve, a trace of anger in his voice.
The vertical-pupiled man let out a derisive laugh. "Since you don't know how high the heavens are or how deep the earth is, then this young master won't need to give your Flood Dragon Clan any face."
"Make your move."
The two stood poised like drawn swords.
At this moment, an elder looked solemnly at the Clan Leader of the Dark Blood Jiaolong Clan and said in a deep voice, "Clan Leader, aren't you going to stop the young master?"
"This Young Master Bai received the personal instruction of that old ancestor