Everyone was taken aback and turned to look, only to see a figure slowly emerging from the woods.

He wasn't tall, had white hair, and used a cane. He looked like an ordinary old man, but appearing deep in the mountains, no one would believe he was an ordinary person.

The two horns peeking out from his temples made everyone in the room change color, because they already remembered who this person was.

It was his words that prevented the Embroidered-Robed Envoy from unleashing his ultimate move, leaving him vulnerable to being defeated one by one, ultimately leading to the complete annihilation of the renowned Embroidered-Robed Envoy.

"That old dragon!" Zuan was a bit annoyed. Damn it, didn't this guy say that the dragons didn't care about worldly affairs, and that he came here to show off his Word of Power before leaving?

Why are you still nearby?

Judging from this, he must have seen the corpse of the red dragon that I just released, so he came over to check it out.

It's true what they say, when you're down on your luck, even drinking water can cause problems.

His heart was in turmoil, but he smiled and said, "Senior is joking. How could there be any of your people here?"

The dragon elder glanced at him, then looked at the others, a hint of surprise in his eyes: "So it's you."

As he spoke, he looked around again, clearly searching for the presence of the night elves, but unfortunately he couldn't see a single figure.

Zu An laughed heartily: "What a coincidence! I didn't expect to run into you here again. May I ask your name, sir?"

The old dragon said, "I am Ao Quan."

Zuan was taken aback. The surname was Ao, which was similar to the surname of the dragons in the myths of his previous life. Was it a coincidence?

However, he quickly came to his senses, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "So it's Senior Ao. Didn't you just leave?"

Ao Quan smiled and said, "I saw that the spiritual energy of heaven and earth was relatively abundant in this place, so I stayed in the mountains to cultivate for a while. I just didn't expect to suddenly sense the aura of my clansmen, and it was the aura of death."

Zu An thought to himself, "I don't believe you for a second. Why are you cultivating in these mountains instead of going anywhere else? It seems that your indifference to worldly affairs is just an act. You're probably hiding in the shadows, waiting to reap the benefits."

“Senior Ao, if I’m not mistaken, you must be a dragon. How could there possibly be any of your people here?” Pei Mianman said as she approached Zu An.

Even Zheng Dan stood up and moved to his other side, clearly to guard against the other party suddenly making a move.

"Is that so? Could it be that I saw it wrong?" Ao Quan said, but he did not leave, his eyes still scanning the crowd.

Just then, a discordant voice suddenly rang out: "Is the tribe you're talking about a giant red dragon?"

Upon hearing this, everyone's eyes turned to Sang Qian, and a dangerous glint flashed in Pei Mianman's eyes.

“That’s right, does this young man know?” Ao Quan asked with a friendly expression.

Sang Hong frowned and used his spiritual energy to remind Qian'er, "Qian'er, don't talk nonsense."

But Sang Qian acted as if he hadn't heard, and pointed directly at Zu An: "Right there, he just used a set of Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and then that red dragon appeared."

Seeing Pei Mianman and Zheng Dan standing on either side of him, as if he were embracing them, he was consumed by jealousy.

He used to look down on this street thug, thinking he was no match for him, but after witnessing his fight with Ding Run, he realized that the other man had far surpassed him.

The huge gap was unbearable for him, and the thought that the gap between the two sides would only widen in the future made it even more unbearable for him.

At the same time, Zheng Dan's affair also destined them to be mortal enemies, and his only thought was to get rid of him!

Now is the perfect time to take advantage of the dragon clan!

Sang Hong frowned. A certain thought lingered in his mind, so he really wanted his son and Zu'an to get along peacefully. However, looking at how close Zheng Dan was to him, it was probably impossible.

Even so, the son's choice was really unwise. If you were going to turn against me, you should at least say you'd wait until I recovered from my injuries. Right now, it's hard to tell if the dragon clan is friend or foe. Who knows how he'll deal with them after he kills Zaun?

Sang Qian also bit her thin lips tightly. To be honest, she didn't agree with her brother's choice either. After all, they had just fought side by side, and he had given the father and daughters three precious healing pills. Turning around and turning his back on them was just too ugly.

Unfortunately, the other party was her own brother, so she couldn't say anything now.

Zu An squinted at Sang Qian. He understood the guy's thoughts perfectly well. It seemed he really couldn't show any mercy.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?" Upon hearing this name, Ao Quan's expression immediately turned cold, and he turned to look at Zu An, "You have quite the arrogance!"

Zuan hurriedly cupped his hands in apology: "I just made up a word on the spot to fool people, don't take it seriously. I didn't expect to offend the dragon clan. I am truly sorry."

Ao Quan sneered a few times: "Just made up? Was that red dragon just made up too?"

"Red dragon? What red dragon? How big is it?" Zu asked, feigning ignorance.

Ao Quan said calmly, "Although it is a low-level dragon, it must have cultivated for many years and is quite strong, already nearly a hundred feet tall."

“A hundred feet?” Zuan laughed. “You can see it yourself. Looking around here, let alone a hundred-foot-long dragon, even a one-foot-long snake can’t be hidden.”

"I suppose you must have hidden it in some kind of spatial artifact," Ao Quan snorted.

"A spatial artifact?" Zu'an laughed. "What kind of spatial artifact is large enough to hold a dragon a hundred feet long?"

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