Countless drops of golden blood surged into the pool and soon covered the bottom of the pool. The golden liquid flowed slowly, reflecting a shimmering light.
Qian Yuan's breathing became rapid, and it felt an inexplicable fear and panic.
Even Shen Changlin's eyes widened as if he had just met Ye Xuan.
Although they knew that he was powerful, they didn't expect him to be so exaggerating. He could even produce the blood of the extinct dragon clan and not just a few drops.
How much dragon blood must have been used to fill this pool?
A mixed-blood dragon and a pure human were deeply afraid of the harmless Ye Xuan in front of them as if they were looking at a monster.
Qian Yuan wasn't a fool. On the contrary, its complicated background and experiences allowed him to judge the situation better. Otherwise, it couldn't grow so quickly and reach its current cultivation level, let alone lead so many demonic beasts in the demonic beasts' forest.
