A farewell ceremony?
He even liked it very much?
Hearing Chu Kuangren's words, the dragons flew into a rage.
They had gathered here not to bid Chu Kuangren farewell, but to kill him. Yet he seemed to think nothing of them at all.
It would have been strange if they were not furious.
"Chu Kuangren, you have a sharp tongue, but no matter what, you will die today!" a Dragon Clan General snorted.
At once, terrifying dragon might erupted behind him.
Yet Chu Kuangren remained composed.
The pressure flowing from his body crashed against the dragon might.
He alone stood against every dragon present without yielding an inch.
Such bearing.
It left Yin Honghua, Long Shuijing, and the others dazzled and spellbound.
"No more words. Kill!"
A Black Dragon General spoke with an icy gaze. The moment his words fell, the Dragon Clan soldiers behind him charged forth, wrapped in towering killing intent.
"Kill!"
"Whoever slays this man will be the Dragon Clan's greatest hero!"
Violent dragon qi gathered into a torrent.
Then it transformed into one Dragon Clan cultivation technique after another, astonishing beyond measure.
Chu Kuangren swept his sleeve, deploying Heaven and Earth in the Sleeve to settle Yin Honghua and the others safely first. Then, facing the torrent of dragon qi, he thrust out a hand.
Boom!!
An incomparably terrifying Great Dao aura swept forth.
Space collapsed outright.
Those Dragon Clan cultivation techniques were utterly useless before Chu Kuangren. In the blink of an eye, they crumbled into dust and smoke!
"Is this your fury?"
Chu Kuangren looked at the dragons before him, his tone calm. To their ears, however, it carried an indescribable mockery.
"Then take a slash from me!" Chu Kuangren formed a sword finger, sword qi swirling at his fingertips and twisting space itself.