Almost at the very instant Eastern Prince was blasted away, a burly figure appeared before Zhulong and likewise raised a fist to strike him.
"Fellow Daoist, this is a misunderstanding!"
After all, Zhulong was a mid Quasi-Saint. Though startled by the attack from an expert of equal rank, he did not panic in the slightest.
His figure flashed, evading the punch, and he hurriedly spoke.
"A misunderstanding? What misunderstanding? Your auras are extremely similar to that little thief's, and now he has handed the treasures to you three. What misunderstanding could there possibly be?"
The elderly-looking mid Quasi-Saint expert of the Luo Devil Race sneered and threw another punch straight at Zhulong's face.
He was not wrong at all. This was the Primordial World, created by Pangu. People like Zhulong all had some connection to Pangu, however distant. How could their auras not be similar?
It was merely a question of how pure those auras were.
"Since you refuse to hear my explanation, Fellow Daoist, I can only suppress you first, then explain things at leisure."
Zhulong's expression abruptly turned cold as well.
As Ancestral Dragon's younger brother, Zhulong was immensely proud.
He had swallowed his pride and taken the initiative to explain. In his eyes, that was already showing this Luo Devil Race expert considerable respect. Yet the man proved utterly impervious to reason, and anger welled up in Zhulong's heart.
I offered an explanation out of respect for you. Do you really take me, Zhulong, for a soft persimmon like Eastern Prince, yours to squeeze?
Buzz!
The Time Law abruptly spread out from within him.
As the golden power of the Time Law surged, the Luo Devil Race expert's figure suddenly froze. His punch came to a forced halt less than half a foot before Zhulong.
"The Time