You're Teaching Me How to Act?

Central Region, Central Plains.

Around a grand hall bearing the plaque of the Sacred Palace.

Mountains and rivers had all collapsed, while a long spatial rift stretched for hundreds of zhang, radiating terrifying waves of destruction.

Boom!

A deafening explosion suddenly rang out in the sky as Zhu Huo's massive figure fell from within.

He wore a tattered flame robe, his chest marred by a shocking scorch mark. He panted heavily, looking utterly bedraggled.

"Zhu Huo, the Hun Clan's target is only the Devouring Owl Saint. This has nothing to do with your Ancient Void Dragon Clan. If you leave now, our two clans can still keep out of each other's affairs in the future."

In midair, a figure stood proudly with a dark crimson ghost-head saber slung over his shoulder. His scarlet eyes seemed to contain an entire sea of blood.

In the distance behind him, Shi Ji and Yao Ming were bound by strands of blood-colored energy, unable to move.

Though both were Dou Shengs, their auras had become extremely weak, as if they might perish at any moment.

"Hmph, three High-Rank Dou Shengs. I didn't expect the Hun Clan to have some foundation after all."

"But this old dragon isn't one afraid of death. If your Hun Clan wants to fight, then fight. Stop wasting breath."

Zhu Huo snorted coldly. His gaze passed over his opponent and the old man behind him, who possessed the strength of a Six-Star Dou Sheng, before landing on the black-flamed figure at the edge, whose face looked strange and eerie.

That was the truly terrifying one. Just moments ago, that black-flamed figure had actually caught the energy jade slip given to him by the old Dragon Emperor—a jade slip powerful enough to severely injure an Eight-Star Dou Sheng—and emerged completely unharmed.