Impulsiveness

Roar—

Dozens of dragons spiraled around the area, terrifying dragon aura steaming upward as boundless dragon might enveloped the entire scene.

Wave after wave of oppressive aura made everyone present feel as though a huge boulder had been placed on their hearts.

Even the Western Ridge Crown Prince, Feng Changsheng, wore an extremely ugly expression, clearly feeling the pressure.

The Dragon Clan's weight in the Upper Realm was something no orthodox lineage dared to underestimate.

And this still was not the end. As the void tore apart, figures from the Immortal Gathering Tower shot out one after another.

The Dragon Clan had already guarded the space so tightly that it was practically a Heavenly Net, and now the Immortal Gathering Tower had added another lock.

Under that terrifying and oppressive might, everyone present silently sucked in cold breaths and secretly retreated.

"Old Hu, what should we do?" The young man in a golden-threaded robe—the Heavenly Feather Divine Dynasty's Sixth Prince, Luo Ding—glanced from the corner of his eye at the bearded old man beside him.

He trusted this Saint Talisman Master immensely. It could be said that he had been in contact with Old Hu since he was three years old.

Over the years, Old Hu had plotted for him and taught him his skills. Their feelings for each other had long surpassed those between master and servant.

Old Hu narrowed his eyes, his fist slowly tightening beneath his sleeve. To be honest, he was flustered at this moment.

After a long, long while, he spat out one word: "Wait!"

"Kill him!" At the same time that his voice entered Luo Ding's ears, a cold voice thundered across the area.

Without the slightest hesitation, dozens of dragons charged straight forward, followed closely by the experts from the Immortal Gathering Tower.