Holy Dragons Pulling the Carriage
Hua Yunfei's voice was not loud, yet it made every living being gathered below Seed Dao Mountain widen their eyes.
Wasn't that far too arrogant?
The Holy Dragon Clan was the king of ferocious beasts with the noblest bloodline in the present age. Every Holy Dragon within the clan possessed exceptionally formidable combat strength. Given comparable talent, few could stand against the Holy Dragon Clan, much less fight one against two.
He even wanted to include the Holy Dragon Clan Crown Prince.
One against three—who present dared utter such words?
Demoness and Zhou Yan were both startled.
Zhou Yan hurriedly advised, "Fellow Daoist, think twice."
Demoness looked grave. "Fellow Daoist, this is almost impossible. They are the Dragon Emperor of the Holy Dragon Clan's sons, not ordinary prodigies."
Hua Yunfei waved his hand, leaving the two with no choice but to fall silent.
The Second Prince of the Holy Dragon Clan and Fourth Prince of the Holy Dragon Clan turned around, their expressions icy. He wanted to fight two against one—just how little did he think of them?
How many ages had the Holy Dragon Clan stood in the Thirty-Three Heavens? Never had anyone dared look down on them like this!
The Fourth Prince vanished from where he stood. A dragon roar that shook the heavens rang out, and he appeared before Hua Yunfei, throwing a dragon fist.
He said, "Last time, the Nether Child was by your side. This time, you and I will battle here and decide who is superior. I'll make you see reality for what it is!"
Ever since the battle at the Glacial Wilds, he had been utterly unconvinced. Had Hua Yunfei not joined forces with the Nether Child, how could he have suffered such a crushing defeat?
"You truly