Ao Zhong staggered toward the blood light, struggling to speak, "Ancestor, can you spare Ao Hong and let me take his place instead?"
"Do you know of my existence?" a voice came from within the bloody vortex.
"I do, our ancestor's heroic spirit has been passed down through generations, and I dare not forget even the slightest detail. Our Father King has just been betrayed by his own clan and was killed in a sneak attack. Please, Ancestor, spare my younger brother and let me replace him," Ao Zhong said.
"You do care about familial love, unfortunately, although your cultivation level is slightly higher than his, you did not inherit my most pure bloodline. It is your brother who is more suitable for my soul transference. However, you can rest assured, no matter who your enemies are afterward, I will flatten them. It is time for our Dragon Clan to return to its peak," the aged voice ignited with immense passion.