Those people surged into Qingyun Prefecture like a tide, every face brimming with murderous intent!
Their presence was oppressive.
Yet, no matter where they looked, they simply could not find the poison dragon.
Finally, their gazes settled on Chen Mu's shoulder, on the little creature that had shrunk considerably but was still unmistakably a dragon.
The poison dragon paid their arrival no mind, lying motionless on Chen Mu's shoulder.
As for the poisonous aura emanating from its body, it posed no threat whatsoever to Chen Mu, who possessed the myriad poisons saint body.
Instead, it was like stacking another buff, its beneficial effects constantly strengthening his myriad poisons saint body.
His saint body absorbed every trace of the deadly poison and converted it into nourishment, so Ye Qingcheng and the others naturally had no need to worry about being poisoned to death.
It was merely that the poison dragon's own presence was too powerful, exerting a certain pressure on their minds and intimidating them!
"Sorry for disturbing you, Young Master."
Once everything had been explained in a few words, everyone put away their sabers, spears, axes, halberds, swords... and withdrew.
Their exclamations of wonder drifted clearly over the courtyard wall into Chen Mu's and Ye Qingcheng's ears.
"To think a Saint Dragon that vanished without a trace for so many years would appear again, and even come to our Tianyuan Holy Land to be subdued by the Young Master."
"What does that mean? It means Heaven blesses our Tianyuan Holy Land! Heaven blesses the Young Master!"
"The Young Master is absolutely a child of fortune!"
"Wrong! Completely wrong! He's a Fortune Divine Son!"
"Follow the Young Master, and there'll be meat to eat."
"When it comes to fortune, I fear even the Holy Lord can't rival him. He's incredible!"