The place where the ancestor of the Green Lotus Sect passed away is this ferocious?
Yang Zhen stared at the huge coffin burning with terrifying flames in midair, his face full of disbelief.
The master of the Green Lotus Sect was even more dumbfounded, fighting with the raging Golden Giant Dragon while telling Yang Zhen and Lin Miaoyi to stay clear.
Yang Zhen couldn't tell whether the Golden Giant Dragon was real or fake—the life force it exuded was simply too rich. Even if it was fake, it would be a high-quality imitation.
"Has your Green Lotus Sect ever had a dragon?"
And a Golden Giant Dragon at that, Yang Zhen turned to Lin Miaoyi and asked, pulling her to a place untouched by the battle.
It was like immortals fighting—a terrifying wave of energy blocking out the skies, and just the horrifying roar of the Golden Giant Dragon was enough to make Yang Zhen's ears ache.
