At the same time, Zhang Jian materialized his Primordial Spirit Divine Sense, sweeping through the void, reflecting the Beichu Imperial Palace. He detected that those demonic cultivators within the palace had disappeared without a trace.
It seems they fled in fear!
Zhang Jian thought to himself, these Primordial Spirit Masters are as cunning as foxes, each one seasoned to perfection.
But he wasn't surprised.
After all, someone is bound to get caught!
He descended with a massive hand, within the depths of his palm, five shadows of the Red Dragon swirled around, vaguely enveloping the majestic Beichu's National Fortune golden light that had just surged upwards.
Inside the palace, Emperor Chu Huan Xuan instantly looked up, only to see a majestic Golden Dragon soaring behind him. Yet in that moment, the feebly breathing National Fortune Golden Dragon was torn to pieces under the countless scarlet dragon claws.
Zhang Jian raised his hand and seized.
Boom!!
