The dying White Flood Dragon King still exuded a formidable presence.
He concluded that Chen Yuan wouldn't dare to kill him or offend the Shi Family, as both the Upper Realm Shi Family and the Ancient Clan were currently in Shuiqing City.
Unexpectedly, however.
Chen Yuan merely glanced at him coldly and said indifferently, "The Shi Family? I have yet to place them in my eyes."
"Young Master, shall we cut him down?"
Sheng Xueqin asked after glancing at the White Flood Dragon King.
At this moment, the White Flood Dragon King was barely hanging on to life, and with the Holy Weapon in Sheng Xueqin's hands, she could easily tear him apart. All it needed was a command from Chen Yuan.
"How dare you!!"
The White Flood Dragon King's face turned ashen.
He had been famous for a hundred thousand years, respected wherever he roamed in the Jiuyu domain.
