Everyone thought about it and agreed. Generally speaking, a spatial artifact with a space of a few square meters is already quite large, so how could it possibly contain a giant dragon?

But they just witnessed that scene with their own eyes, so what exactly happened?

Ao Quan frowned, clearly not believing that such a large spatial artifact existed in the world.

“Don’t listen to that guy’s nonsense. I just used a trick to deceive him,” Zuan said.

Sang Qian panicked: "How could I possibly misread it..."

Before he could finish speaking, Ao Quan interrupted him: "I don't know if he saw it wrong, but I'm sure I didn't. Besides, that aura of our own kind just now couldn't be hidden from me at all."

Zuan's smile vanished: "You still don't believe me after all this explanation, so what exactly do you want?"

Ao Quan said calmly, "Hand over the corpses of your kinsmen to me, and come back to the Dragon Clan with me to await the clan leader's judgment."

Zuan laughed: "In the end, all you want is to covet the spatial artifacts I might have, and at the same time, you want to get the Phoenix Nirvana Scripture from me. You even said that the Dragon Clan doesn't care about worldly affairs. You're like a prostitute trying to build a memorial arch. Bah!"

Ao Quan was furious: "You brat, how dare you insult our dragon race!"

Ao Quan's anger level increased by 999!

Zuan sneered: "Don't try to make yourself look good. I was clearly insulting you. You don't represent the entire dragon race."

Ao Quan laughed in exasperation: "Very well. It has been many years since anyone has dared to speak to me like this, let alone a human with such low cultivation."

Sang Qian, standing to the side, was so happy he almost jumped up and shouted "666!" "Let's fight! Let's start fighting! That guy from Zu'an really did rise from the bottom. He had a bit of a lucky encounter and his strength increased, so he's got a big head and doesn't know who he is anymore."

Zuan snorted: "Didn't the Dragon Clan get defeated by the Human Clan and retreat to the desolate Arctic? What are you pretending for? If you're so capable, go to the Imperial Palace and say this to our Emperor."

Ao Quan's breath hitched. He knew the Emperor's abilities all too well. Not to mention him, even the Dragon Clan Chief couldn't defeat him, so how could he dare to cause trouble in the palace?

He snorted, "You little punk, I'll make you regret your arrogance just now."

Pei Mianman hurriedly reminded him, "Be careful!"

Knowing that her opponent was about to make a move, she decided to strike first, unleashing a powerful surge of black flames that attacked the opponent.

Ao Quan remained motionless, calmly watching the oncoming black flames, and slowly uttered, "Dragon Language Spirit Extinguish!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surging flames vanished instantly.

Pei Mianman's expression changed drastically. She raised her hand several times, but only a few scattered flames appeared, and she could no longer ignite a fire.

Ao Quan then looked at Zu An: "Young man, I don't like your mouth very much, so slap yourself a hundred times to avoid dirtying my hands. Dragon Language Spirit Slap..."

Before he could finish speaking, he heard a mocking voice: "What are you looking at?"