The younger generation of the Dragon Clan had naturally heard of the fearsome reputation of Chaos Behemoths.
However, as the strongest race in the Primordial World, they all possessed an intense sense of superiority over every living being in the Primordial World. This superiority, cultivated over countless years, made them somewhat disdainful of other beings, even Chaos Behemoths.
In their eyes, as long as their ancestors took action, hunting those Chaos Behemoths would be no difficult task. Thus, even though they had long known that Purple Jade Mountain had Chaos Behemoths, these powerful young Dragon Clan members were not afraid, especially Dragon Clan nobles like Yazi.
Yet when they truly faced a Chaos Behemoth at close range, the overwhelming pressure it exuded rendered all these young Dragon Clan powerhouses silent.
"Since none of you fellow Daoists object, I shall offer my thanks."
As soon as he spoke, Wu Chu swept his broad sleeve, and a violent gale surged toward the Five Elements formation. The moment the formation encountered the gale, it was like a sandcastle struck by waves, instantly collapsing.
The four figures within the formation were swept up by the gale and flew straight into his sleeve.
Watching the cooked duck fly away right from his mouth, Yazi was extremely unwilling to accept it. But Chiwen held him tightly and secretly transmitted, "Second Brother, stop acting on impulse. We can't beat him. Even if he doesn't dare kill us, he can still beat us up without any trouble."
Only after sweeping his two avatars and two disciples into his sleeve did Wu Chu cup his hands toward Chiwen. "Fellow Daoist Chiwen, remember to convey my greetings to your eldest brother and Fellow Daoist Ao Qian. I will remember today's favor. Farewell. Until we meet again!"
As Wu Chu spoke,