"Lord Lu? So, Devil Ancestor, you've become his dog?"
Hearing this,
Zhang Qingyuan looked towards Devil Ancestor Kang Hou, a trace of mockery curling at the corner of his lips.
The strong
could bend and stretch,
or they could be born with unyielding pride.
Clearly, this one belonged to the former.
"Kid, don't think that because you've already reached the peak of Yunzhou's Cultivation World, no one in the world can defeat you. This world is vast, not something a frog at the bottom of a well like you can understand!"
Devil Ancestor Kang Hou's voice was calm.
There was little change in his expression,
but whatever thoughts lay within his heart,
only he himself knew.
"Hmph! If you refuse to submit, then die!"
Lu Feilong snorted coldly, his face grim. His frigid killing intent caused the temperature in the sky to plummet, as though frost were about to form!
In truth,
upon seeing Zhang Qingyuan,
he had already known that the chance of the other party cultivating an Immortal Scripture was unlikely.
For he had not sensed any resonance of the same power from Zhang Qingyuan.
But,
so what?
Even if it had been a misunderstanding,
what did it matter?
A so-called existence standing at Yunzhou's summit was no more than this!
Of the fate of the world's Nine Continents,
Central Continent alone claimed seven parts.
This did not merely refer to the number of strong experts it possessed,
but even more so to the environment of heaven and earth!
In shallow waters,
a True Dragon could not be raised.
And Yunzhou,
compared to Central Continent,
was undoubtedly at the level of shallow water.
Only after truly entering Central Continent could one feel the gap between the Outer Continents and Central Continent!
Boom!!!
At this moment, the entire world