"Humph! The so-called fourth-ranked True Disciple of the Human King Hall is nothing but this, completely vulnerable before the Young Master!"
At this moment, in the sky south of Celestial Feather City, a mysterious man shrouded in a black battle robe sneered.
"It's not that he's too weak, but that our Young Master is too strong." Another graceful woman sneered.
In front of them hovered a vast figure, easily spanning over a thousand feet, like a golden mountain range.
If anyone saw this scene, they would definitely be speechless with shock.
Because this immense figure was actually a flood dragon.
However, the flesh on its body had long rotted away, leaving only a skeleton, with a green ghostly light flickering in its skull, making one shiver involuntarily.
On the back of this golden bone dragon stood a man with pale skin, extremely handsome.
He was shockingly the Soul Race warrior Hun Lin, who had killed Nangong Hao.
