Elder Dragon Wyrm

Yet Jiao Wuxing had actually insisted that his opponent had injured him in a head-on clash of brute strength. That was simply the greatest joke under heaven.

If this Human Race cultivator had injured Jiao Wuxing with a spell, that might have been possible. After all, spells borrowed the power of heaven and earth. Though the Ghost Wyrm Clan possessed powerful bodies, they had not yet reached the point of being impervious to the five elements.

"Why don't you fight him later, then?"

Jiao Wuxing spoke calmly.

He had little respect for this woman, Xi Ye. So what if she was in the late golden core realm?

Regardless of race, when comparing the physical strength of males and females, the males were usually stronger. His clan was no exception.

He himself possessed some ability to fight above his cultivation level. Defeating him would be no easy task for Xi Ye.

As the opposing group looked over, Li Yan remained perfectly calm. Behind him, however, Su Yuan and Xie Tongyi simultaneously felt as though a massive mountain were pressing down on them. Their chests grew unbearably tight, and their faces instantly drained of blood.

And this was merely the aura those few people casually let slip.

The next moment, the two felt a gentle force brush toward them and envelop them in an instant. Su Yuan and Xie Tongyi immediately felt their bodies grow lighter, and their blood and qi began circulating normally again.

Both let out a long breath. When they looked up again, Zhang Ming stood directly in front of them.

Li Yan simply watched the other side calmly, likewise saying nothing. For a time, the two sides stood several dozen yards apart, yet an inexplicable, eerie silence settled between them.

They were all waiting for Master Wanxiang to