A heavenly saber appeared, and a dragon's roar shook the heavens.
The blood of the dragons boiled. They looked at the Eighth Prince and wanted to follow him.
This was a saber that could gather all the dragons.
And this saber was right in front of them.
Forget about the Dragon Race. Compared to the others, they also had a strong feeling that the power of the Dragon Saber Art was too astonishing.
It seemed invincible.
"How did the Eighth Prince learn the Dragon Saber Art?" Jiu Zhongtian was a little stunned as he drank his wine.
"Someone taught him," Mo Zhengdong said casually.
He roughly knew who taught him.
On the other side, Zhu Qing looked at Miao Yue.
"Senior Sister, how did you confirm that the Eighth Prince had learned the Soaring Dragon Saber Art?"
Miao Yue chuckled.
"Ran Jing knows her child very well. We should ask her about this."
