"Dragon essence is nothing more than a spirit that has awakened its own will. It's long since lost the might of the dragon beasts that guarded the state in the pre-Qin era. Even if it is powerful, to think it can bury so many experts here—why, even for a Demon Race creature at the Spirit Transformation level, that's sheer arrogance."
A middle-aged man from Great Qi, clad in a phoenix-embroidered robe, spoke in a rather aged voice. His broad gold-and-white robes billowed in the wind as he slowly rose above the bone-chilling glacier. The faint image of an ice phoenix flickered over him, as if it might burst forth at any moment and soar through the nine heavens. He was Long Qiangu, whose renown in Great Qi's royal family rivaled Xiang Kuang's.
"Haha, Long Qiangu! All these years later, you're still as full of yourself as ever." Xiang Kuang roared with laughter. His scarlet cloak snapped in the cold wind. With a single movement, he came to a stop not far from Long Qiangu, standing shoulder to shoulder with him.
"Brother Kuang, the Zhao clan is most likely behind this. So many experts have gathered here, yet not one of the Zhao clan is in sight. Have you made any preparations?" Seeing the battle intent surging from Xiang Kuang, Lu Xiaotian furrowed his brow and sent him a voice transmission.
"Kid from the East, you're right. The Zhao clan's Ren Bai has disappeared, most likely relying on that underhanded illusion technique. But with so many experts present, do you think no one noticed? Someone must have sensed something was amiss long ago. Why hasn't anyone suggested retreating? Do you know why?" Xiang Kuang asked in return.
"Why?" Lu Xiaotian asked.
"Because this white deer really does have dragon essence inside