Great Xia Dragon Saint

"Since the Taihuang had fallen, the Great Xia Dynasty was our natural ally."

Eastern Saint Ye Fan suddenly spoke, his gaze burning as he looked at everyone.

They were hunting the Undying Emperor, hailed as the foremost emperor of the ancient era. Revered by all races and worshipped by the world, he transcended even supreme deities. He had first grievously wounded the Holy Emperor of Fighting, who sought to transform into a battle immortal, then slain the ancient great emperor, the Taihuang. There was no telling whether other enlightened beings had also fallen by his hand.

Facing such a sacred being, no one truly had any confidence.

Since the Taihuang had fallen at the hands of the Undying Emperor, the immortal divine dynasty he had established in the Central Plains would surely not let the matter rest. They were a natural source of aid for the hunt.

Ancient Hua Great Saint's eyes lit up. "Leave this matter to this old man!"

One more saint and one more ultimate divine weapon meant one more measure of certainty.

As far as he knew, the Great Xia Dynasty's supreme foundation was in no way inferior to his own.

The Ancient Hua Imperial Dynasty and the Great Xia Dynasty stood together as two of the four great immortal divine dynasties of the Central Plains. It was naturally best for Ancient Hua Great Saint, the host, to negotiate with Great Xia.

The old Great Saint crouched down and carefully scooped several drops of crystalline Emperor Blood from the pool of blood.

The Taihuang's blood, saturated with dense immortal divinity, had weathered more than a hundred thousand years. Most of the divine essence within it had long since dissipated, yet its vast and righteous imperial pressure remained.

Even a human Great Saint had to show respect