Sometimes, being too outstanding was itself a mistake.
Although she did not know how this individual had ultimately ended up, she had never heard any news of him again after this appearance of the Dragon Gate, and the Yellow Python Clan had declined along with him.
Thinking of the Jiaolong that had been blasted to smithereens, Xue Fuyao guessed that it had most likely been this unlucky fellow.
Xue Fuyao felt little pity for that outcome. Instead, she was immensely relieved. Fortunately, he had failed to become a dragon; otherwise, they would have been the ones to suffer.
Outside, the two members of the Yellow Python Clan saw the Beast Taming Sect group, who had taken pills to disguise themselves as Jiaolong. Both sides were deeply wary of the other's strength, yet neither dared to let go easily.
As time passed, more and more members of the Snake Clan arrived.
After roughly three days had passed like this, Xue Fuyao suddenly looked up at the sky, a sharp gleam flashing through her eyes.
"They're here."
Two white Jiaolong descended from the sky, their Jiaolong pressure spreading outward.
Snakes' fear of dragons was carved into their very bones and had nothing to do with cultivation. Even though these two white Jiaolong were only at the Golden Core Stage, the Jiaolong pressure radiating from them still weighed so heavily on everyone present that they could not raise their heads, especially the members of the Snake Clan.
The Beast Taming Sect members fared better and were not greatly affected. The two from the Yellow Python Clan looked somewhat grim, but soon returned to normal.
"This is the Dragon Gate?" One of the white flood dragons, who looked relatively older, regarded the crude Dragon Gate with doubt in his eyes.
"It should be. I