"Ji Lanyue, open your eyes and take a good look. This is the territory of my Huqin Dynasty!" the emperor of the Huqin Dynasty, Hu Qianqiu, shouted.
"Hu Qianqiu, you're bullsh*tting!"
The void was torn apart again, and a terrifying aura covered the sky and earth.
A sturdy figure appeared as if he had come from the wilderness. He was about 17 feet tall, and his muscles were as strong as a dragon. His skin was covered in a layer of fine blue scales, and there were fins on his back that were as sharp as knives. This person was not human, but a fierce – the emperor of the Mangzhu Dynasty, the Great Desolate Mang.
This race was like a dragon but not a dragon, like a snake but not a snake. Every breath they took was accompanied by sizzling lightning.
"Hu Qianqiu, this is a barren land located in the middle of our five dynasties. Do you think that the closest city of your Huqin Dynasty is your territory?"
