"You should have heard of my name, Xu Zimo," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
Thunder Dragon pondered briefly. In the end, the aura around him abruptly changed, and even his eyes seemed to turn scarlet.
"You killed the Holy Son of my clan."
What did a Holy Son mean to a sect, especially at a time when the Heavenly Mandate was about to take shape? That went without saying.
It had utterly destroyed that sect's hope of carrying the Heavenly Mandate in this era.
Of course, they could nurture someone else.
But sharpening a spear at the last minute could never compare in effect or significance.
The birth of a Holy Son required an unimaginable mountain of resources.
There were simply too many things involved.
Thus, after the Holy Son of the Ancient Dragon Dynasty was killed, it immediately caused a tremendous uproar within the dynasty.
Only because the Heavenly Azure Demon Peng had emerged did they endure it and refrain from coming to the academy at once to seize Xu Zimo and demand an accounting.
"And you still dare to show yourself?" Thunder Dragon said word by word, his voice roaring.
"Why wouldn't I dare? I came here to kill you," Xu Zimo replied with a smile.
Ao Long Ancestor did not answer again, but the lightning around him grew increasingly violent.
This small stretch of the world seemed to have been completely buried beneath thunder and lightning.
Dark clouds blanketed the heavens above. Purple lightning darted through them, and raindrops actually began to fall slowly.
The rumble of thunder rang out, as though the heavens themselves were enraged.
And beneath that overwhelming might, one could clearly see the lightning surrounding Ao Long Ancestor beginning to change.
The color of his entire body grew ever deeper.
It shifted