Blood Phoenix Mountain's Ancestral Artifact, the Phoenix-Wing Gilded Tang
"Where is the human saint? Come out at once and fight this king!"
The Dragon-Headed Ancestor King stood tall upon the Jade Lake Life-and-Death Arena, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression indifferent.
The aura of an ancient saint surged forth without restraint, pressing down upon the human camp with blatant contempt, unbearable to endure.
"Which fellow Daoist will face the Ancestor King of Hidden Dragon River?"
Queen Mother of the West was likewise enraged by such disdain. Murder gleamed in her phoenix eyes as she stood there gracefully, her red lips moving slightly as she sent a message to all the sects.
This battle could only be won, not lost!
"Just a minor ancient saint..."
The Celestial Pivot Protector, Golden Crow Daoist, shook his head and said carelessly, "Elder Qi Luo, go and bring back his head."
As a Great Saint, he had once been qualified to make such bold claims.
Beside Golden Crow Daoist sat an unremarkable-looking elderly human.
Leaning on a cane, he appeared extremely aged. Deep furrows covered his old face; one eye was clouded, while the other resembled a dark abyss, containing terrifying Dao laws.
He bowed slightly, then vanished from the spot in an eerie manner.
"Are there no one left among the humans? You sent out a frail old man with one foot in the grave. He is not even enough for this king to swallow in one bite—there is barely any meat on him. Get down, get down."
The Dragon-Headed Ancestor King glanced at Qi Luo as he stepped onto the arena and immediately began to mock him.
Among the ancient races, there were countless extremists who regarded humans as food. They were far more numerous than merely the Ten Ferocious