The instant he saw the man in yellow, Danyangzi let out a cold snort beside him.
The man in yellow, sitting cross-legged on the Flood Dragon's head, seemed not to have heard. He lightly patted its head in midair, and the Flood Dragon descended amid fierce winds, landing steadily before the Crimson Sun Sect's members.
More than twenty Foundation Establishment cultivators in flame-patterned robes immediately flew down from the Flood Dragon's enormous body. Even the weakest among them was at the middle stage of Foundation Establishment.
Although this Flood Dragon is extraordinary, it doesn't possess the Heavenly Demon Bloodline after all. Gazing at its bare head, Xu Yan sighed inwardly.
Without dragon horns, reaching the third tier was already no easy feat. It had almost no chance of breaking into tier four in this lifetime.
"Old monster Danyang, have you thought it over? If the Crimson Sun Sect joins our sect, you can have a peak of your own. I guarantee your legacy will continue unbroken." Just then, the Yellow-Robed Middle-Aged Man jumped down from the Flood Dragon's head and glanced toward Danyangzi.
"You little bastard! Even your grandfather wouldn't dare act so insolently before me. You've only been a Golden Core cultivator for sixty years, yet you dare put on airs in front of me? Heh, when my final hour comes, I'll make sure not even the chickens and dogs of your Ten Thousand Fire Sect know peace!" His words left Danyangzi's face covered in frost, and he immediately retorted in an icy tone.
At this, a flicker of apprehension crossed the Yellow-Robed Middle-Aged Man's eyes. Though both were at the early stage of Golden Core, Danyangzi had entered that realm centuries ago, and his strength was considerably greater.
"Such imposing airs, old monster Danyang! Why don't you pay