Thinking of what Xiao Nuo had been going through, Jiang Chen felt extremely guilty. He had gone to Soul Hall for the purpose of killing the Marching Dragon in order to save his beloved.
Soul City was dead silent. Everyone was speechless, looking at each other with disbelief.
Someone had dared to call out the Marching Dragon in the sacred grounds of Soul Hall?
The Marching Dragon was a contemporary legend and the savior of many.
The Wall of the World and the Sovereign Spirit Palace had given all the races a chance to take a breath. The 500-year time period that they had acquired had allowed them enough space to prepare to face the blood race.
Now, even though the Sacred Institute had been established, the Marching Dragon's prestige hadn't diminished. He was still venerated at an extremely high level.
