Xun Taisheng frowned deeply, a trace of hesitation rising in his heart. If Old Mo still had such a killing move, rashly advancing would likely do him no good.
Just as Xun Taisheng hesitated, the Emperor Artifact bell rang out a second time. This time, its force was even greater than before, shaking the entire desert Gobi. Fine cracks spread across the ground, while visible black winds swept up sand and gravel, nearly whipping a storm into existence across the flatlands.
"This Emperor Artifact's power can actually carry tens of thousands of miles. It truly is terrifying... But no! No matter what, this steward cannot give up the Supreme Body Inheritance!"
At the thought of the heaven-defying opportunity that might be hidden within the Bronze Coffin, a ruthless glint flashed through Xun Taisheng's eyes. He stopped hesitating, held the Black Soul Banner before him, and the evil spirits on its surface roared as they raised a shield of black light around him. He then turned into a streak of black radiance and shot toward the depths of the desert.
But the moment he entered the sand valley's range, an unusual disturbance suddenly came from the sand beneath his feet.
A warning surged through Xun Taisheng's heart. Just as he was about to rise into the air, two dazzling talisman lights abruptly activated beneath the sand. Accompanied by deep dragon roars, two enormous shadows burst out from the depths underground.
They were two incomparably massive bone dragons, each comparable to a mountain and radiating overwhelming Emperor's might!
Though the bone dragons were not highly intelligent, their auras were far from weak. One on each side, the two bone dragons swung their claws with force enough to tear through space, clawing down at Xun Taisheng's head.
"Dragon Taming Talismans? Whose handiwork is