A dead silence.
Only the dull roar of the Blood Sea phantom roiling in the sky above, and the sickeningly sweet, metallic scent of the viscous blood mist, served as the backdrop for this terrifying declaration.
All the guests, including those self-proclaimed worldly Elders and leaders with high Cultivation, now felt a chill shoot up their spines right to the top of their skulls!
'Who in the world is this blood-robed cultivator?'
How dare he be so arrogant at the Dragon Race's grand wedding in Bixuan Palace, right in front of the Four Seas Alliance's many experts? He treated all the heroes present as if they were nothing, his words promising to "kill whoever you point to"?!
The Bixuan Dragon King's hair and beard bristled, his draconic might surging like a volcano on the verge of eruption. The very space around him began to warp, groaning as if under an unbearable weight.
