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"Will you really not hold it against me?"
Jiang Chen's tone was tinged with amusement. The initial Innate Saints had paid an unimaginable price to slaughter all the primeval Fierce Beasts, which was the foundation of their reign over the Chaos World.
Prehistoric World, was taken from the primeval Fierce Beasts by them. As long as this righteousness existed, the Nine-horned Desolate Dragon would not be far from death once it broke free.
"Hmph!"
The Nine-horned Desolate Dragon snorted coldly, without speaking.
If it truly were not afraid, then why, since its birth, had it always hidden away, secluding itself in a corner of Heaven and Earth to silently cultivate.
It was precisely because of fear that it dared not show itself in the Chaos World.
In the end, the Nine-horned Desolate Dragon's risky venture to break the Heavenly River and destroy the land of Prehistoric World to establish its foundation in Primordial Chaos had been a forced choice.
