"Ancestor Dragon—the bloodline aura of the Ancestor Dragon is awakening!"
"Though there is only a trace of a shadow, that is the manifestation of the true origin!"
"Gold Horn, if you can truly inherit the intent of the Ancestor Dragon, then let alone slaying Jiang Shu Jiang Taixuan, even our entire Demon Domain may one day counterattack the Vast Desolate Domain because of you!"
Huang Ya's murky old eyes locked onto Gold Horn, sharp enough to seem capable of dissecting his soul. His tone was so excited it had completely lost its shape.
His words were like droplets of water cast into boiling oil, detonating the stifled atmosphere.
Over by the Phoenix Race, Feng Chi, the red-haired young man at the forefront, had turned livid.
His lips were pressed tight, while deep within his golden pupils surged undisguised wariness and a thread of suppressed yet unmistakable jealousy.
Bloodline was the highest glory and foundation of the Demon Race. He prided himself on the purity and nobility of his bloodline, only a step away from ancestral reversion. His summoning of the Phoenix Phantom earlier had already drawn everyone's attention.
Yet this unheard-of Dragon Race member, Gold Horn, had actually drawn forth chaotic light that drove even the Origin-Seeking Ancient Mirror mad. Huang Ya had even directly called it the "shadow of the Ancestor Dragon." Where would that leave the Phoenix Race's dignity?
Even more frightening was that ancient pressure within the chaos. Even through the turbulent energy, it made his soul tremble, as though he had encountered his natural nemesis.
Feng Xiao beside him was even paler. She subconsciously took half a step back, and the contempt with which she had mocked the Dragon Race earlier had long since vanished, leaving only deep gravity.
The Kun Peng Race was far quieter.