Xu Wuji and the others watched as the scene within the sealed space—originally frozen into a plaza of ice and snow—exploded with a thunderous crash.
Their gazes were instantly drawn over. Could it be that the Taihua Sect Master had broken free?
No one found it surprising. After all, this Sect Master's record had always been illustrious.
Not even the two Dragon Kings had been able to keep him there?
Xu Wuji felt an inexplicable surge of joy. Toward this Sect Master of the Human Race, he had always harbored a different sort of feeling.
Yet the sight that entered his eyes in the next moment made his pupils constrict sharply.
The situation seemed completely different from what he had expected.
Ao Xiang, the East Sea Crown Prince, and Ao Ping, the West Sea Crown Prince, were the first to rush out, both having revealed their True Dragon forms.
Their dragon scales were shattered all over, their bodies drenched in blood. Ao Ping's dragon horns had even been broken, and her dragon tail severed. Her injuries were far worse.
The two dragons wore panicked expressions, their eyes filled with terror. Without looking back, they fled at top speed, as though something dreadful pursued them from behind.
The Beast Emperor and Xingyao also showed surprise. Why were the first to flee actually the two Dragon Crown Princes?
From the look of things, Chen Xuanzi had not merely avoided falling into a disadvantage in battle—he had instead suppressed his opponents.
Shi Jinghong's tightly furrowed brows quietly relaxed, and the worry on her face eased.
You were always like this, surpassing her expectations time and again.
Yet what followed shook everyone present to the core, leaving them unable to believe their eyes.
A white-robed Daoist emerged, cradling a clear sword light in his