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Ao Jiushijiu's "good sense" greatly exceeded Xiao Yun's expectations.

Even Chu Yidao beside him was dumbfounded.

"Brother Zhao, I never expected that, despite being merely in the Heavenly Realm, you would possess such combat strength. Truly admirable."

"Brother Zhao's future is boundless. This time, you will surely become the Heavenly Emperor's personal disciple."

Ao Jiushijiu did not feel humiliated in the slightest. Instead, he spoke to Xiao Yun with a face full of admiration.

Was face more important than one's life?

Ao Jiushijiu was a "pragmatic" dragon. He felt that if he died here today, it would be far too unjust.

After all, as an "initial generation" of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Clan, he possessed tremendous potential to attain the Dao. In the future, he was destined to become a Demon Emperor of his generation and reign supreme over the world.

With such a bright future ahead of him, naturally he was unwilling to die here just like this.

Xiao Yun and Chu Yidao stared blankly at Ao Jiushijiu before them. Today truly broadened their horizons; they had never expected a dignified "initial generation" of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Clan to have such a side to him.

"Ao Jiushijiu?"

Xiao Yun looked at the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon before him, seemingly still somewhat uncertain.

Was this fellow really the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon "initial generation" Chu Yidao had spoken of?

"Brother Zhao, you are too polite. Just call me Little Ao!" Ao Jiushijiu said with an honest-looking smile.

No matter how one looked at him, he resembled an honest dragon.

Chu Yidao's lips twitched. This was clearly a completely different person from the Ao Jiushijiu he had encountered not long ago.

Back then, Ao Jiushijiu had stood high above everyone else, carrying himself as if he alone were invincible beneath heaven.

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