Shenxiao Sect...
The middle-aged man straddling the crimson-scaled flood dragon slowly twirled the gold-rimmed thumb ring, his eyes lowered, a fleeting cold gleam barely visible within them.
Qi Xiu and Daoist Yunxiong's entrance clearly commanded more attention than those of the many Ancient Sect Nobility before them. The black thunderclouds spanned thousands of miles. Accompanied by thunderous roars that shook the heavens and earth, their presence turned the faces of countless ordinary cultivators deathly pale, nearly causing them to collapse to their knees.
"'Heh heh, these Thunder Law cultivators still enjoy striking fear into people's hearts.' The Dao Expert from the Fire Dragon True Sect, caressing two crystal-clear glass orbs that seemed to hold a flowing river of molten lava within, raised his eyelids slightly and chuckled softly.
