Volume One, Chapter Three Hundred and One
The Shaman Clan's great experts were also dumbfounded. They had originally strongly supported Zhao Fu becoming the young clan chief, but they had never imagined that Zhao Fu was the young master of the Ancient Dragon Clan.
The old woman said with an ugly expression, "No wonder there was a warning. The young master of the Ancient Dragon Clan already bears a grudge against our Shaman Clan. If he becomes our young clan chief, our Shaman Clan truly may perish from this day onward."
The refined man's expression was equally unpleasant as he said, "I had long been extremely curious about his identity and kept wondering who he could be, but I never guessed he was the young master of the Ancient Dragon Clan. If I had known, then even if you beat me to death, I would never have let him enter the Shaman Land."
The valiant man said gravely, "His strength is exceedingly terrifying. Is there anyone who can stop him now?"
The beautiful woman in red said, "Difficult. He possesses Origin Dragon Blood, as well as three strands of supreme sword intent. No one can stop him, and we cannot forcibly interfere with the Holy Land either."
The cold woman frowned and said, "Not necessarily. Though he is the young master of the Dragon Clan, this is the Shaman Clan Holy Land. He cannot use any other powers here. Wu Ying might have a chance of defeating him—she may even have a chance to kill him. If she can kill him, perhaps this crisis can be resolved."
The valiant man nodded. "That's right. This is also a good chance to resolve the crisis. Now, it depends on whether Wu Ying has the strength."
The old woman sighed. "Now, this is