Two dragons surged out of Qingyun Prefecture, shooting straight into the heavens.
Their roars shook the ten heavens and nine lands!
The entire Southern Region was thrown into an uproar.
The gold, black, and red dragons gathered above the Tianyuan Holy Land. The sight was nothing short of breathtaking!
"T-two more dragons came out of the Young Master's residence!"
"Just how many dragons does the Young Master have under his command?"
"Even in ancient times, anyone who could successfully command a dragon was a genius among geniuses! And those dragons were no more than a hundred zhang long. The Young Master has three enormous dragons, each a thousand zhang long..."
"I don't have enough words left in my head to describe how powerful the Young Master is!"
"Exactly! He's simply too powerful!"
"Wait! Why do I feel the Fire Spiritual Energy inside me boiling?"
"Me too!"
"That red sacred dragon seems to provide a spiritual energy boost specifically for those of us who cultivate the fire attribute?"
"Damn it! I'm so jealous of you. Why did I have to be a wood-attribute cultivator?"
"..." Listening to the cheers around him as he made his way to the Holy Land Hall, Xiong Lie grew increasingly uneasy.
He could not imagine what a cruel fate he would have suffered had he resisted to the bitter end.
Earlier, he had happened to catch a glimpse of the Fortune Golden Dragon's head hidden among the clouds and mist.
The sight had nearly made Xiong Lie, a veteran of countless battles, wet his pants.
Now, with three dragons gathered overhead, Xiong Lie had to clamp his thighs tightly together just to keep anything from leaking out.
Otherwise, things would have been embarrassing.
The illustrious former leader of the Demon Heaven Church, frightened into wetting his