Ling Meijiao laughed heartily, her voice suddenly turning sharp and hoarse, like an old woman about to be buried, exclaiming with excitement, "I can finally see daylight again and restore my own strength! Ye Huan, oh Ye Huan, you Huaxia Dragon Child, will eventually become nourishment just like Ling Yao and the others!"
"The land of Huaxia, where geniuses emerge one after another?"
"Ridiculous!"
Ling Meijiao was full of mockery, "The dragon vein energy of Huaxia has been gradually consumed by our clan over tens of thousands of years, difficult to reunite. The era of Huaxia's geniuses emerging one after another is gone forever! Even Ye Huan, with his formidable Yan Huang bloodline, is merely a lustful brat. After tens of thousands of years, Huaxia is finally destined to be completely defeated by the West!"
These words were extremely arrogant and rampant, not taking the Huaxia people seriously at all.
