“Bai Chongshan, if you can’t speak, don’t talk nonsense. Have you forgotten how those Saint Kings and Heavenly Lords in the God Realm and the Chonglou Demon Lord in the Demon Realm died?”
Feng Xian'er frowned and glared at Bai Chongshan.
"Brother Bai, you've spoken!"
Huang Lan said.
“Chongshan, I’m not looking down on you! Ling Xiao killed the Devil Kui Celestial Venerable and slaughtered the Demon King’s clone. Do you really think you can kill him? The Chosen One is not so easy to fall. Think about the Emperor of Heaven in the last era. You want to plunge the White Tiger Clan into an irretrievable situation!”
Xuansha also smiled bitterly and shook his head.
Seeing that everyone was showing dissatisfaction, Bai Chongshan also laughed dryly and said: "I was just joking, you are really anxious! Ling Xiao is the benefactor of the dragon clan, so of course he is our friend!"
"My dear uncles, I don't believe that Ling Xiao can kill the Devil Kui Celestial Venerable and slaughter the Demon King's clone. After all, the battle took place in the Ten Thousand Dragons Holy Mountain, which is protected by the dragon clan's supreme divine formation! He is just a great sage, how strong can he be?"
Bai Hansong, who was standing behind Bai Chongshan, suddenly sneered, with a hint of dissatisfaction and a strong desire to fight in his eyes.
He is the young master of the White Tiger clan and the owner of the White Tiger bloodline. He is extremely powerful and has now reached the perfect level of Sainthood.
He has always had a high opinion of himself, claiming to be invincible among those of the same level. He can even fight against the strong ones in the Great Saint Realm, but he does not dare to say that he regards the Saint King as nothing.
Tianzun was at the fourth stage of the Saint King Realm, known as the pinnacle of the Saint Path, with terrifying strength. He was probably able to crush a great saint to death with just one finger. He didn't think that the legendary chosen son Lingxiao could possess the combat power to crush Tianzun.
"I don't believe it either! Speaking of which, I also want to see what kind of person this chosen son is. And what qualifications does Long Aotian, the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan, have to be noticed by Ao Sheng Long Jun and receive his inheritance!"
The cold and arrogant young man standing behind Huang Lan also said indifferently.
"Hehe, big brothers, I am also very curious about the Chosen One. I wonder if he can break my absolute defense?"
The little boy next to Xuansha, who was delicate and looked very innocent and cute, also laughed, his eyes full of curiosity.
After hearing the little boy's words, Bai Hansong and the cold and arrogant young man couldn't help but twitch their faces. The little boy's name was Xuanji, and he was the grandson of Xuansha and the recognized young patriarch of the Xuanwu clan.
But Xuan Ji is not as cute as he seems. On the contrary, this guy is a little devil. Both Bai Hansong and Leng Ao Qingnian have suffered at the hands of Xuan Ji.
Although Xuan Ji looks young, he has the cultivation level of a saint. The most important thing is that Xuan Ji's absolute defense is so powerful that neither Bai Hansong nor Leng Ao young man can break it.
Ao Riyue and Ao Xingchen's faces changed involuntarily. These three represented the White Tiger Clan, the Qilin Clan, and the Black Tortoise Clan respectively. Although their words seemed to be dissatisfied with Ling Xiao, they also included Long Aotian, with a bit of provocation in them.
But after the three of them spoke, the four clan leaders did not stop them.
This is quite intriguing!
“Hahaha… Don’t mind me, elders. This kid of mine is just a battle madman. Maybe he’s excited to see the prey and wants to have a fight with the Dragon Lord and the Chosen Son!”
Bai Chongshan laughed.
Although he said sorry, his face showed an extremely proud expression.
Ao Riyue and Ao Xingchen both had angry expressions on their faces, but when they saw Feng Xian'er, Huang Lan, and Xuan Sha, their eyes were shining brightly, and they didn't say much, obviously agreeing with Bai Chongshan's words.
Ao Riyue and Ao Xingchen were both shocked and angry, feeling extremely bitter in their hearts. The dragon clan was weak, and even their former younger brothers could now test and provoke them so obviously. They all felt a little sad.
Dragon clan, when will you be able to regain the glory of ancient times
"You are worthy enough to challenge my cousin? If you want to die, I can help you do it!"
At this moment, an extremely domineering and arrogant voice sounded in the void.
Boom!
In the distance, a blazing divine light was rising, and a vast dragon's might was gushing out, emitting a primitive and ancient aura. A nine-colored dragon was crossing the void like a rainbow bridge, and in an instant, two figures riding on the nine-colored dragon appeared in front of everyone.
It’s Long Aotian and Long Xiaoxiao!
Long Aotian was wearing golden armor, he was tall and handsome, with a handsome face and flying long hair, exuding a bit of wildness and savagery, especially the domineering and arrogance in his eyes, which made him more majestic. His eyes were fiery and sharp, looking directly at the four clan leaders without any fear.
Long Xiaoxiao was dressed in a fluttering white dress, and looked as if she were as fair as ice, with a beautiful face, pure and elegant. There was a mysterious aura around her, ethereal and otherworldly.
The two of them standing together looked like a pair of gods and looked extremely well-matched.
"Long Aotian?"
The four clan leaders all had a gleam of light in their eyes, and their gazes fell on Long Aotian with a bit of scrutiny.
This was the first time they met Long Aotian, and they were very curious why Long Xiaoxiao was willing to give up the position of Dragon King to a person who came out of nowhere.
It has to be said that Long Aotian has a good appearance. Based on his looks and temperament alone, he can be said to crush Bai Hansong and that cold and arrogant young man.
Moreover, Long Aotian was not the semi-saint as stated in the legend. A powerful holy aura emanated from his and Long Xiaoxiao's bodies, and it was obvious that they had already attained sainthood!
“Huh! You are Long Aotian? With the cultivation level of the initial stage of the Saint Realm, you can actually become the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan. It seems that the Dragon Clan is really out of people!”
Bai Hansong stared at Long Aotian and said coldly, with a hint of hostility and anger in his eyes.
"Hey, where does this kid get so much hostility from? What does my being the Dragon King of the Dragon Clan have to do with him? I don't eat his rice!"
Long Aotian's heart moved, and he sent a message to Long Xiaoxiao beside him, sneering.
"Don't underestimate him! His name is Bai Hansong, the young patriarch of the White Tiger Clan. Although he has now reached the perfect level of a Saint, he once killed a Great Saint. The reason why he is so hostile to you may have something to do with me! The four Saint Clans are coming with great force, you must be careful!"
A hint of worry appeared in Long Xiaoxiao's eyes, and then she sent a message to Long Aotian.
"It's about you? What's going on?"
Long Aotian asked in a voice transmission with an interested look.
"It's not a big deal! Bai Chongshan once asked my husband for marriage, wanting me to marry Bai Hansong, but my husband and I didn't agree, and he also said... How can a dragon girl marry a dog son, so..."
Long Xiaoxiao smiled bitterly.
(End of this chapter)