The Soulbreak Mountains were shrouded in grayish-white demonic mist year-round. At this moment, the mist churned like a living thing, growing ever more terrifying.
Jagged mountain ridges stretched out like a colossal beast crouching upon the earth, while the air was thick with a suffocating, murderous chill.
On both sides of the valley, the Spirit Vein Dragonkin clansmen watched the tall figure in golden robes at the center with burning eyes.
"The City Lord is going to strike personally." A young clansman clenched his fists, his voice trembling. "He is the strongest of our clan!"
The white-haired elder beside him stroked his beard and nodded. "The last time I saw the City Lord take action was several years ago. With one punch, he suppressed and killed a Demon Spirit Clan expert who had trespassed into our territory. That day, Blood Mist filled the sky, and everything within a thousand miles trembled."
"These outsiders will certainly not escape death today."
The clansmen all revealed excited expressions.
In their hearts, City Lord Luo Yuan was a pillar holding up the heavens, invincible and unmatched.
In the arena, Luo Yuan stood with his hands behind his back, his hawk-like gaze fixed upon the figure dozens of yards away.
Without hesitation, he took a step forward, and the rock beneath his feet cracked apart with a thunderous boom.
The golden robe on his body exploded into countless scraps of golden threads, revealing his powerful physique.
Dark golden scales emerged one by one across his skin, gleaming with an icy metallic luster beneath the demonic mist. The scales quivered faintly as surging energy spilled forth, driving his aura to a staggering height.
"It is not too late for regret!" Luo Yuan stared at the Primordial Ancient Dragon, enunciating each word as his voice rolled like