"Who dares ruin my plans?" Golden Shears' face darkened as he barked the question, while secretly forming a hand seal and making a beckoning gesture.
The two golden flood dragons shot back and swiftly circled around him.
Seeing this, Dragon Fang and Qingqing hurried over, each summoning a Magic Treasure.
At that moment, a green blur flashed beside Ao Hong, and a black-faced middle-aged man appeared. It was Shen Luo in disguise.
"You appear to be a Human Race cultivator. Why are you meddling in the affairs of the Myriad Demons Alliance and the East Sea Dragon Palace?" Golden Shears asked Shen Luo in a deep voice.
"Brother Ao, are you all right?" Shen Luo ignored Golden Shears and spoke to Ao Hong.
A vicious glint flashed through Golden Shears' eyes, but he did not attack immediately.
The golden scissors in his hand had been painstakingly refined from the remains of an ancestor of the Flood Dragon Race, combined with the remnants of the skin he had shed when advancing to the Taiyi Realm, following the refining method of the ancient divine treasure, the Golden Flood Dragon Scissors.
This treasure's power nearly rivaled that of an Immortal Artifact, yet the man before him had casually knocked it back. Golden Shears could not help but feel somewhat wary.
"Brother Shen, it's you! Thank you for earlier!" Though Shen Luo's appearance and aura had changed, his voice had not. Ao Hong recognized him the moment he heard him, and his face lit up with surprise.
Nie Caizhu also flew over and landed beside Shen Luo.
"Cai Zhu, help Brother Ao stabilize his injuries," Shen Luo said.
Nie Caizhu murmured an incantation and flicked her finger. A willow-branch-shaped green light entered Ao Hong's body.
A layer of green light immediately appeared over Ao