Bi Fan remained calm. He wasn't surprised that Nangong Hongye had called him out so directly. He stepped forward and asked with a faint smile, "What? Have you figured out how to break the formation?"
Nangong Hongye gave a cold snort. "Do you think I'll give you another chance to set up a formation?"
He smiled slightly. "Seems you've spent plenty of time studying me these past few days."
Nangong Hongye narrowed his eyes, his voice full of gritted-teeth resentment. "Bi Fan, I'll personally repay the humiliation I suffered that day! And I'll show you what's kept my Kirin Clan at the head of the Ten Great Yao Races for all these years!"
The members of the Phoenix Clan all smiled in disdain. Where had he gotten the nerve to swagger around and make such wild claims?
The Dragon Clan was the only one worthy of the title of leader of the Ten Great Yao Races all these years. What did his Kirin Clan amount to? They'd schemed for years, gone to great lengths to ally with the Great Peng Race, and won over the White Tiger and Blood Bat Races, yet they still hadn't managed to seize the top spot among the Ten Great Yao Races. And now he had the gall to shout about it here? Did he think the Phoenix Clan was just for show?
Still, they couldn't be bothered to argue with him now. Bi Fan was the true protagonist of this battle, after all.
As Nangong Hongye's words fell, spiritual energy instantly surged around him.
As if driven by the fury of someone determined to wipe away past shame, his aura grew wildly violent. In just a few breaths, the air around them turned scorching.
Bi Fan furrowed his brow and summoned his Dragon God