Ke Chengsong's words.
Gradually resonated within and without the Luo Family Ancestral Land.
His body, at this moment, once again erupted with a blood-red aura so terrifying it seemed almost tangible.
Previously, the blood-colored Jiao dragon that had been meandering through the void.
That was one of his trump cards.
And moreover, it was one of the stronger ones.
But such a trump card, in the hands of Patriarch Luo Changfeng of the Luo Family, was like a little loach.
With just a wave of his hand, he could effortlessly crush it to death.
This realization shook Ke Chengsong to his core, and he began to grasp the true disparity between himself and Luo Changfeng standing before him.
He, compared to Luo Changfeng before his eyes.
Seemed far less powerful.
Still, his strength might be inferior to that of Luo Changfeng, Patriarch of the Luo Family.
But as a cultivator in the Mortal Transcendence Realm.
