Is this the true visage of the Ice Morning White Dragon? No matter how many Dragon Sons there were, they were no different from common spirits when facing it!!
Yin Yaozu, Chen Leiluo, and those other students who were eager to challenge Zhu Minglang were now standing still as if petrified, their souls scattered as if they had just brushed past the God of Death!
At the moment when the long star fell, their souls trembled, the fear of their dragon pets also transmitted to the owners, especially this feeling of death looming…
Why provoke him?
Such a powerful individual, how could he possibly be a wanderer from Wutu, clearly more noble than these junior Dragon Masters who had just entered the Dragon Gate by more than one rank!
Yin Yaozu's handsome face had turned green and red, as if whipped repeatedly by willow branches!
Chen Leiluo dared not utter a sound even more so.
