"I'll deal with him!"
Ao Qing personally made his move, testing whether he could directly kill Jiang Shu.
At that moment, Gold Horn, who had remained behind him all along, suddenly spoke. His gaze burned, and deep killing intent seeped from those molten-iron-like pupils.
"You?"
"That's right."
Gold Horn transmitted arrogantly:
"The first time I fought him and lost, it was only because I had cultivated for fewer years than he had and entered the Venerable realm too late. Now that I have obtained the Dragon Race's True Transmission, how could I still be inferior to him?"
"He is advancing, and so am I. Why can I not fight him?"
He spoke with boundless pride. Ao Qing was briefly stunned before bursting into loud laughter.
"As expected of one bearing the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline. Since that is the case, you shall deal with Tai Xuan Dao Venerable."
With him holding the fort here, Gold Horn naturally would not be bullied by Jiang Shu as before.
If Gold Horn could win, all would be well. Jiang Shu's reputation as a peerless Human Race prodigy would be trampled beneath the Dragon Race's feet.
And if Jiang Shu displayed his invincible bearing as always, Ao Qing was fully confident that he could step in and suppress him.
Their exchange took only an instant. At that moment, as Ape Venerable Tong Bi was beaten from the field, that golden feather slowly drifted downward, radiating brilliance like a blazing sun.
Golden Crow Feather!
The many experts present stared at it with yearning eyes.
There was no doubt that this was a supreme treasure left behind by a Demon Lord-level powerhouse.
Although this Golden Crow Feather had expended much of its remaining power in the earlier battle, whichever side obtained it would greatly strengthen its foundations.