"Let me deal with him!"
Ao Qing personally stepped forward, testing if he could directly slay Jiang Shu.
At this moment, Golden Horn, who had been standing behind him, suddenly spoke, his gaze blazing, and in those molten iron-like pupils, a few traces of profound killing intent emerged.
"You?"
"Indeed."
Golden Horn arrogantly transmitted:
"The first time I fought with him, I was defeated because my years of cultivation were less than his, and I entered the realm of a Venerable too late. Now that I have obtained the True Inheritance of the Dragon Clan, how could I not be his match?"
"As he advances, I also advance. Why can't I fight?"
What he said was incomparably arrogant, and Ao Qing listened in a daze, then burst into laughter:
"Worthy of having the Ancestor Dragon Bloodline, then let you go and deal with the Supreme Mysterious Daoist Venerable."
With him overseeing this place, it would certainly not be as before, letting Jiang Shu oppress Golden Horn.
