Under the high priest's control, Qian Yuan cut his wrist, and golden dragon blood dripped onto the altar. In an instant, the wind and clouds surged, as if something had been awakened.
The high priest looked at him with a fanatical expression. He looked a little creepy.
He mumbled, "No matter how much demonic beast blood is spilt here, it can't be compared to real dragon blood. It's a shame that back then, Long Zhan's blood was already contaminated. In addition, he was seriously injured and didn't have long to live. So, he was of no use to me at that time."
"All those demonic beasts I killed were not enough. I thought that it would take some time for Master to arrive. I had not expected the dragon clan to still exist in this world. Master will definitely like such powerful blood."
"Long Zhan! Be it 1000 years ago or 1000 years later, you're destined to be defeated by us."
