Chen Changqing's voice was not loud, yet it passed through the hole in the roof and echoed clearly in the sky above Myriad Demon Tower.
That line—"Do the old ones want to die too?"—was filled with undisguised killing intent.
The Ancient Dragon Clan elder who had just attacked, that Half-Step True Lord-level powerhouse, had clearly never expected his pressure to be shattered so easily, much less that the other party would dare turn around and provoke him.
In the sky, dragon might churned, and fury rose.
An aged figure appeared and vanished amid the clouds, a terrifying aura locking firmly onto Myriad Demon Tower below, as if thunderous wrath would descend in the very next instant.
"Impudent!"
The aged voice rang out again, and this time, the fury contained within it was enough to burn the heavens and boil the seas.
But just as he was about to strike again—
An aura even vaster than his dragon might, even more ancient, even more brooking no argument, shot into the sky without warning from the center of Myriad Demon City and instantly enveloped the entire city.
This aura was tyrannical beyond compare, as if it were the sole ruler of this heaven and earth.
Whether it was the fighting spirit of Chen Changqing's incarnation or the heaven-surging dragon might of the Ancient Dragon Clan elder in the sky, before this aura, they all seemed so insignificant, like guttering candles in the wind.
The clouds in the sky were instantly smoothed flat by an invisible force.
The aged figure in the sky let out a muffled groan and emerged from the clouds. It was an old man dressed in a luxurious golden robe, his beard and hair both white. At this moment, his face was flushed red; clearly, he had suffered a