Of course, this dragon Wu Wudi was none other than the human Xia Ping.
Over the past few days, he had relied on the concealment power of the Invisible Mask to suppress his aura and hide in the shadows, emerging at crucial moments to ambush and rob quite a few Saints.
Everything had initially gone well. With the divine ability Four Seasons Alternation, along with supreme treasures such as the Samsara Pen and the Book of Karma, assassinating a few Ancient Saints had been effortless for him.
Yet some Saints occasionally possessed exceptionally powerful escape abilities. At critical moments, they evaded his killing blows, tore through the void, and fled directly away.
As a result, the reputation of Wu Wudi of the Dragon Race spread far and wide. Every race learned that he was responsible for the recent slaying of Saints from various races and the complete loss of the treasures they carried.
This made even more Saints gnash their teeth in hatred toward Wu Wudi and remain constantly vigilant.
But these Bifang had never imagined that their luck would be this terrible—that they would encounter this notorious little thief of the Dragon Race at such a time and truly fall victim to his ambush.
However, what kind of person was Xia Ping? He naturally saw through the Bifang's intentions at a glance. Clearly, seeing that the situation had turned unfavorable, they wanted to summon reinforcements from their clan.
He had seen this sort of thing countless times, so naturally, he would not give them any chance.
Indra Finger!
Xia Ping circulated the immense mana within his body. The nine Purple Mansion spaces trembled violently as he struck out with one finger.
Bang! Bang! Bang!!!
At once, the five Middle Ancient Bifang and one Ancient Bifang could not withstand such