"Since you are so impatient to seek death..."
The voice came from within the purple-gold battle chariot, where five colors flowed and shifted. It paused slightly, as though regarding him with a teasing scrutiny. Then its tone abruptly turned cold, seeping with killing intent so dense it was nearly tangible.
"Then I shall grant you your wish."
The instant those indifferent words fell—
Ao Yuan's heart inexplicably skipped a beat.
This voice... carried an indescribable familiarity.
Before he could think further, the battle chariot's bead curtain stirred, and a figure slowly stepped out.
It was a young man with an alluringly sinister face and deep, shadowed eyes. Though his aura had not reached the Half-Venerable Realm, he carried an indescribable majesty and pressure.
He merely stood quietly before the battle chariot, yet the entire sea seemed to freeze around him.
Ao Yuan's pupils contracted sharply as he blurted out in a cold shout:
"It's you, Sha Minghong!"
He had never expected to encounter this old nemesis again, here and now.
Looking at his former rival, Ao Yuan could not help but freeze.
He clearly found it hard to believe.
Especially when he sensed that Sha Minghong had yet to break through to the Half-Venerable Realm...
He found it even more inconceivable, his brows drawing together slightly.
One had to know that even he himself, as the eldest prince of the Golden Flood Dragon Clan, blessed with noble bloodline and command of every resource, had endured countless perils in breaking through to the Half-Venerable Realm. Several times, he had nearly failed before finally stabilizing his realm.
Even after breaking through to the Half-Venerable Realm, he had gone through many twists and turns before barely managing to unify the fractured Golden Flood Dragon Clan.
Otherwise!
The Golden Flood Dragon Clan would have