Royal Clan Pulls the Chariot, Giants Drive the Carriage

The Royal Clan Pulled the Chariot, a Colossus Drove It

"Rumble..."

The divine bronze wheels of the golden ancient war chariot were stained with blood and chunks of flesh. Its carriage was covered in saber slashes, arrow holes, and mottled marks from hammers and axes. Carrying an overwhelming, tragic battle intent, it rolled across the horizon with a thunderous rumble toward the center of the battlefield.

It seemed as though it had just emerged from an Ancient Battlefield, crushing through the present age.

A strange purple figure that seemed to conform to the Great Dao sat before the chariot, reins in hand, driving for the young Immortal King seated within.

The nine ferocious flood dragons, each at the Immortal Platform Second Level and Holy Lord level, were over a hundred zhang long. Their bodies were vigorous and slender, their scales gleaming. Mysterious Dao patterns crawled across their dull gray hides, and their stench rose to the heavens.

Under the reins' control, they raised their heads and roared in unison, baring fangs and claws as they pulled the war chariot.

These ancient wasteland variants possessed a trace of the rare True Dragon bloodline. As young lords of the royal bloodline of Luofu Marsh, an archaic Royal Clan, they rivaled heaven-blessed geniuses, their bloodlines incomparably pure.

Zi Tiandu, the young lord of Spirit Valley whom Eastern Saint had slain earlier, had been no greater than this.

They had still been sleeping within a hidden realm deep in some Great Wilderness in the eastern Divine Land of the Purple Tenuity Star Domain when a mysterious being of immense supernatural power forcibly captured them, fitted them with reins, and turned them into beasts of burden.

Yet these young archaic royal lords were as docile as kittens, not daring to resist in the slightest.

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