The Dragon God in the sky radiated an incomparably powerful aura, freezing the surrounding space itself. Its cold eyes fixed on Zhao Fu, and it actually spoke in human words. "Lowly mortal, you are no match for me. Withdraw, and you may yet keep your life!"
The Dragon God could speak? Everyone looked astonished. But faced with such a powerful Dragon God, would that man still choose to continue?
If it were them, they definitely would not continue. They were already satisfied just to have witnessed the seventh trial, because the Dragon God's power had surpassed all imagination, perhaps not even inferior to the descent of a true deity.
Bing Qixue hoped Zhao Fu would continue, because he wanted to see just how powerful Zhao Fu truly was. Even his normally steady temperament stirred with excitement at the thought. He had already admitted himself inferior to Zhao Fu; today, Zhao Fu's name would resound throughout the Guti Domain.
The woman in black looked somewhat grim. She had never expected that someone she had encountered so casually at an inn would possess such terrifying strength. Thinking of what she had just said to Zhao Fu, her face turned somewhat pale.
The cold, stern youth also silently cursed his own poor judgment. His attention had been entirely drawn to Ge Nie, while the other man was the truly terrifying one. No wonder their young master had cared so much about him.
Long Yang and his group now wanted to slip away quietly, because Zhao Fu's power was far too great. He might even possess an extraordinary status, and after how they had treated him just now, they could be said to have thoroughly offended him. It would be better to leave early with ash-gray faces.
Yet they also wanted to see whether