A booming voice echoed throughout the entire space, startling everyone.
In the sky above, an old man in black stood tall, his body exuding an oppressive aura that intimidated all the True Gods present.
If Yun Lintian were conscious, he would recognize him immediately. This person was none other than Shi Xuan.
Shi Xuan's draconic eyes narrowed at Mo Lianxing, sending a shiver down her spine. "The Extreme Ice Region's Mo Clan?" he inquired coldly.
"You are..." Mo Lianxing's expression changed drastically. It dawned on her: there was only one dragon in the Primal Chaos that could exude an aura of death — Long Xuan, the Dragon of Death!
Seeing Shi Xuan, Xie Pojun's heart plummeted. "Long Xuan? You're still alive?" he disbelieved.
Shi Xuan's gaze flicked to him, followed by a scoff. "Xie Pojun? You have the audacity to appear in front of me?"
