"Whose palm was that? Just one palm possessed such strength—is that even possible? How terrifying must the original body have been?"
The Fourth Prince's expression was grave, and he still felt shaken. That corpse-haired monster had been truly terrifying. No wonder his father had kept his distance from this place.
"Could it be another being on the same level as the Progenitor Dragon?" the Second Prince asked, looking at the old man.
"Hard to say."
The old man shook his head gently. "But one thing is certain: the formation of Jie Mie Ling must have something to do with that being. The source of the Power of Silent Extinction is here. Fortunately, the energy level of this power drops sharply after it leaves the ancient coffin. Otherwise, any living being below Hegemon Grade who entered Jie Mie Ling would quickly be extinguished!"
The Second Prince drew a sharp breath. If that were true, then the Sacred Dragon Emperor would have been doomed back then. There would have been no him today, and certainly no Sacred Dragon Clan!
"Clang! Clang!"
Suddenly, something inside the redwood coffin began knocking on the lid, as if it wanted Silly Girl, who was standing on top, to move aside so it could get out.
The sight sent everyone's hearts, which had only just calmed down, racing again.
Was that palm going to cause trouble again?
Hua Yunfei stood at a distance, watching the redwood coffin rumble from time to time as he wondered what to do with it.
"If we're going to seal it again, we'll need chains of considerable grade," Duanmu Qingyue said. The chains that had originally bound the redwood coffin had long since broken.
“That palm had the strength of a Five Steps Hegemon. Who has chains capable of restraining an expert