The black-haired man put the blame on Long Fei.
Anger could make people stronger.
The Mystic Thearch valued his people very much. The destruction of the Tian Clan could ignite the anger in his heart. That way, his power would also ignite.
The Mystic Thearch moved and was about to leave the Ancient World and enter the Primordial World.
He could not bear the pain of the Tian Clan being destroyed.
The Tian Clan that he had built up could not be destroyed just like that.
Moreover.
What did the Tian Clan symbolize?
It symbolized the ruler of the Primordial World. Now that they were gone, what would the people of the Primordial World think of him?
They would definitely think that he was dead.
The Mystic Thearch was a person who valued honor. Now that the Tian Clan was gone, he could not hold back his anger!
The black-haired man immediately stopped the Mystic Thearch and said, "You can't leave now."
The Mystic Thearch said directly, "You are afraid of him, but I am not. What Long Batian, what Long Tian, destroyed my Tian Clan. I will destroy his soul."
He had never taken Long Batian to heart.
He was now the strongest in the Primordial World and even the strongest in the Ancient World.
Although …
His phantom image was shattered by Long Fei, but the power he obtained from the phantom image was not even a ten-thousandth of his original body.
No matter how strong Long Fei became, he could easily crush him because he was the ruler of this world.
He was not an expert from the outer domain.
He was born and raised in this world, but the power he grasped was not weaker than the white-haired and black-haired men.
Or even stronger.
After hundreds of millions of years of cultivation, the Mystic Thearch was no longer the Mystic Thearch of the past.
His cultivation was also not at the limit of the Primordial World's supremacy. His cultivation had already reached a limitless realm.
The white-haired man said, "It is not that you are afraid, but now is not the time."
The Mystic Thearch said, "I only need one second to kill him. It will not delay much. Wait here, I will be back soon."
The black-haired man said, "Mystic Thearch, is your revenge more important or the Lord's mission more important? You also know what kind of person the Lord is. If you delay his time, have you thought about the consequences? "
The Mystic Thearch was not afraid of the black-haired and white-haired men, but … this Lord was different.
His heart sank slightly.
He suppressed his anger.
The white-haired man said, "Let's find the Stone of Suppression and Long Batian's corpse for our lord first. Once we're done with the mission, we'll go with you!"
The black-haired man said, "That's right. Don't say that you want to annihilate him, I want to as well."
He wanted revenge more than the Mystic Thearch.
However …
They couldn't let Long Batian enter the Ancient World. That would ruin their plan.
Long Fei was confirmed to be Long Batian's reincarnation.
Once he was in the Ancient World, he would immediately be able to find his original body. Once he fused with it, in addition to the mutated power in Long Fei's body …
Perhaps!!
They didn't dare to think any further.
He had to find Long Batian's corpse and the Stone of World Suppression before Long Fei did!
The Mystic Thearch said in a low voice, "Don't worry. You don't have to do anything to kill him. Brat, I'll let you live for a few more days … However!"
The Mystic Thearch's eyes were filled with a strong killing intent.
The white-haired man said, "Are you still going to the Primordial World?"
The Mystic Thearch said, "I can wait for a few days in the Primordial World, but … he destroyed my Tian Clan. I will make his Dragons suffer."
"Boom!"
The Mystic Thearch's figure moved and instantly disappeared.
He flew in the direction of the Dragons.
The black-haired man said, "He went to the Dragons? Should we stop him? "
The white-haired man sneered and said, "It seems like he is really angry. This is good. The Dragons will be destroyed sooner or later. Let him vent first."
"Black, before the Mystic Thearch returns, go and inform the Lord. Long Batian's awakening must be known to the Lord."
"In addition, you can treat Long Batian's reincarnation as a move he made billions of years ago. See what the Lord says."
"The Lord has the Reincarnation Heavenly Eye. He can see the past and future of people."
The black-haired man nodded and said, "Alright, I'll go now!"
The figure moved.
The black-haired man instantly disappeared.
The white-haired man continued to sit cross-legged and looked at the muddled sky. He said, "This time … we will not lose!"
…
Dragon Vein Mountain.
The location of the Dragons.
Winding for tens of millions of kilometers, the mountains and rivers were dangerous.
On a mountain peak, there were several huge statues carved. Each statue had a human head and a dragon body. They were all the kings of the Dragons.
The one at the top was Long Batian.
He had an arrogant and domineering appearance. His eyes stared at the sky with disdain and contempt, as if he could break through the sky at any time.
This place looked exceptionally dignified.
This was.
The entire Dragon Vein Mountain had lost its former glory and became dilapidated. There were rocks everywhere, the rivers were thirsty, and the spirit energy produced by the entire Dragon Vein Mountain was extremely thin.
The Dragon Vein was broken.
There was no life.
This was also because the Dragons did not have any geniuses appearing all these years, and could not support the entire Dragon Vein Mountain's spirit energy.
Suddenly.
A loud explosion sounded in the sky above the Dragon Vein Mountain.
A boundless pressure descended from the sky and poured down heavily.
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
"Rumble!"
The Dragon King Mountain's peak instantly shattered. The statues of the previous Dragon Lords collapsed one by one, broke, and rolled down.
The entire Dragons shook violently.
Long Wushen roared and directly transformed into a divine dragon and flew out. "Who dares to be so presumptuous in the Land of Dragons?"
Before he could finish.
"Rumble!"
Long Wushen's head sank.
A heavy force pressed down on the center of his head.
He raised his eyes and his heart was filled with coldness. His voice became trembling, "Mystic, Mystic Thearch, Lord Mystic Thearch, it's, it's, you're here."
He instantly became a coward.
Even if his head was stepped on, he did not dare to resist. Instead, he lowered his body to allow Mystic Thearch to stand more comfortably.
Many disciples of the Dragons were unhappy to see this.
They were very unhappy.
Many even scolded Long Wushen for being a useless coward.
The Dragons were born to fight.
Long Wushen was such a coward. If he was not the strongest among the Dragons, he would have been chased out by the Dragons.
Mystic Thearch said coldly, "Long Wushen, get all your dragon children and grandchildren to come out."
Long Wushen did not dare to delay and immediately said, "I will do it immediately."
"Roar …"
A dragon's roar sounded. The dragon's roar was filled with dragon language.
One by one, they all walked out.
There were young dragons, dragon girls, and also incomparably old dragons.
Long Wushen lowered his body and said, "Lord, they are all here. Some are cultivating outside and can't make it back for now."
Mystic Thearch's gaze lessened.
In an instant.
With a flip of his right hand, countless ancient inheritance powers surged, condensing into a sky-like power and pressing down.
"Rumble!"
Immediately.
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