Tang San's words instantly set the crowd abuzz.
Yet the major factions only dared whisper among themselves. None dared step forward to question the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings.
Were they supposed to step out now and loudly challenge the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings? "Impudent undead creatures! I see you've already chosen the path to your deaths."
After all, the last evil faction, the Holy Spirit Cult, was still thriving on the continent.
Meanwhile, once the Holy Spirit Cult learned that the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings were undead creatures, the eyes of its senior members gleamed.
Zhongli Wu looked at Ye Xishui, all but blurting out, "Mom, I want those two dragons!"
The Ice and Fire Dragon Kings offered no rebuttal to Tang San's accusations.
They simply continued raising their auras, standing firmly behind Silver Moon.
Moved by this, Silver Moon said, "Please step back, both of you."
"Let me settle my grudge with the Asura God myself first."
"If I truly can't hold on, it won't be too late for you to intervene."
The Ice and Fire Dragon Kings exchanged a glance, then turned to look at Ye Fan behind them. Ye Fan nodded.
Only then did the two Dragon Kings withdraw and return to human form.
"All right. If anything feels wrong, send us a voice transmission."
"All right!" Silver Moon nodded.
In the end, the battlefield was left once again to Silver Moon and Asura Tang San, who possessed Niu Tian.
"Silver Dragon King, your Dragon Clan really is arrogant."
Tang San scoffed, an aura of slaughter spilling naturally from his body.
"Enough talk. Take my spear!"
Silver Moon wasted no more words. The Silver Dragon Spear danced in her hands as wind elements stirred in the air. She became a gust of wind,