"Luo Changfeng,"
"Although your cultivation level is a small realm higher than mine, above me,"
"there is something I must tell you."
"In this world, never underestimate anyone..."
"Especially cultivators within the same great realm."
"Because it's very possible that due to a moment of negligence, you might end up burying your own life."
Ke Chengsong's voice was unusually cold.
In the void, the blood-red aura that gradually pervaded and even filled the entire Luo Family Ancestral Land,
had now slowly transformed into a Jiaolong with two bulges on its head.
It was lazily wandering above everyone's heads.
And, as Ke Chengsong's words gradually came to an end,
that terrifyingly powerful blood-colored Jiaolong overhead began to slightly lower its massive head, with its eyes of a crimson hue,
quietly observing everyone before it.
Especially the Ancestor of the Luo Family, Luo Changfeng, whose cultivation had reached the Mortal Transcendence Intermediate Stage.
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