Ao Sheng naturally understood Ao Zhan's painstaking intentions. His dragon body coiled in midair as he gazed at the turbulent skies. At the distant horizon, a swath of darkness had already blotted out the brilliant sunlight, and that darkness was rapidly spreading across the entire firmament. Before long, a violent storm might arrive. Ao Sheng withdrew his gaze from the storm clouds and looked at Ao Zhan, answering word by word, "Xiao Hua is this old man's close friend. He has been suppressed by Biqingyu. If this old man does not go, how can this old man still have the face to stand between Heaven and Earth? Since you say the trials of Dragon Island are merely a little wind and rain, then this old man wants to see... what kind of great tempest the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons holds!"
"Rest easy..." Ao Zhan also raised his dragon head and laughed. "Even if there is a great tempest, I will stand before you..."
"Go!" Before Ao Zhan could finish, Ao Sheng cried impatiently. At once, demon clouds surged around him, and his dragon body soared high into the air, headed straight for the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons.
"Ha ha..." Seeing the dozen or so Dragon Generals hurriedly chase after Ao Sheng, Ao Zhan also laughed several times in the sky before driving his dragon body onward. In the distance, the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons resembled the back of a gigantic beast emerging above the sea. Though its true face could not be seen clearly, Ao Zhan understood that what awaited him was likely an unprecedented rain of blood and wind of slaughter.
Within the Sacred Realm of a Thousand Demons, at Yizhao Ridge, not long after Xiao Hua smugly followed Shui Mingzi and Ao