In the storm-tossed sky a hundred thousand feet above, only the wind could now be heard.
Zhao Hao paid no heed to the stunned gazes around him. He brushed his cuffs, turned into a streak of light, and descended straight toward Ten Thousand Dragons Immortal City below.
Only after his aura vanished beneath the clouds did the heavens belatedly erupt into an uproar.
"He... swallowed them?"
"That was a black dragon's claw, wasn't it? Could he be some hidden supreme elder of the Dragon Realm?"
Subtle, strange strands of divine sense intertwined, all converging on Ao Chun in the sky.
Ao Chun's lips twitched uncontrollably, his expression changing countless times.
He had already cursed Zhao Hao a thousand times in his heart. This black dragon came out of nowhere, entered our Dragon Realm without revealing his identity, and pretended to be some rogue cultivator!
Bitterness filled his mouth. Those two from the Sea King Race had been invited by the Dragon Race, and now one of their "own" had eaten them right before his eyes. If word got out, what would become of the Dragon Realm Auction's reputation?
Never mind the next auction—whether the one in three days could even open on schedule was already a huge problem!
Ao Chun gritted his teeth, his hand moving rapidly inside his sleeve as he sent out a Sound Transmission Jade Talisman.
Once that was done, he dared not delay. Bracing himself, he turned into a streak of green light and chased after Zhao Hao's aura.
High in the sky, the old monsters who had planned to return to the Drunken Immortal Tower for drinks and conversation no longer felt like moving.
At the edge of the crowd, a monk with a Kasaya draped halfway over his iron-tower frame lowered his head to