"Good that you know." Cang Chen cut the dragon off. "But I didn't come here today to reminisce."
He pointed at Lin Yi, who lay on the ground. "You cannot touch this man!"
At those words, the black mist shrouding the Abyssal Skeleton Ancient Dragon churned again.
The dragon stared at Cang Chen, then at the unconscious young man on the ground, a low growl rumbling from the dragon's throat.
"You?"
Barely restrained fury filled the dragon's voice.
"You're Level 98, and so am I."
"I admit that your lineage kept me firmly under its heel back then, but you're only a descendant. You dare speak to me like that?"
Cang Chen held the World-Splitting Spear without answering, merely watching the dragon in silence.
That gaze only made the Abyssal Skeleton Ancient Dragon more irritable.
The dragon knew that look all too well.
Back then... there had been that same expression, neither pleased nor angry.
The Abyssal Skeleton Ancient Dragon grew even more indignant, raising that voice several notches. "How many years have I been trapped here?"
"This remnant soul has clung to life all this time for the sole hope of escaping one day!"
"That brat has something I need, and you think a few words will make me give up?"
Cang Chen watched the dragon and finally spoke. "You can try. I might not be able to do much to you."
He paused, then added, "But let me remind you: now that I'm here, do you think the person backing him is far behind?"
Those words were a basin of cold water dumped straight over the Abyssal Skeleton Ancient Dragon's head.
That was right.
The successor to the World-Splitting Spear had appeared.
Could the Sun God Spear be far behind?
Besides, could someone who dispatched a Level 98