Emptying the Holy Beast Helm's Wealth!

After Wang Zhong's declaration, the mythical beasts of the Holy Beast Helm were beyond excited, and they flew towards the Flood Dragon. The elders and disciples of the Holy Beast Helm were utterly unable to control the situation. Some even tried to regain control, but they were thrown off.

This was too much!

Everyone present was utterly flabbergasted. A single Flood Dragon from the Spacious Spirit Sect had, incredibly, tamed all the Holy Beast Helm's myriad of mythical beasts with its own strength. It was simply unbelievable!

But when Zhuang Ningmeng heard the Flood Dragon's words, she blushed.

"It's indeed Wang Zhong's mount!"

"It has the same temperament as Wang Zhong!"

"Ugh, what a cheeky dragon!"