The Black Dragon's Ancestor

The young man smiled and shook his head. He seemed to be unconcerned about death.

Lin Qiye did not say anything else. He focused all his attention on gathering the formation's energy.

As the two conversed, the Dragonman had already reached him.

The Golden Cicada Temple Master and the other two hurriedly retreated, afraid they would be affected.

The young man focused his attention and prepared to respond, but the Dragonman Dharma spoke slowly.

"Don't worry. I'll wait for you."

He did not look at the young man but at Lin Qiye.

It was as if he had already seen through Lin Qiye.

Lin Qiye was not surprised. When the Dragonman Dharma appeared, he knew the creature before him was not something the Black Dragon could compare to.

Even the Seven-headed Demon from before couldn't be compared to him.