'Is he planning on just sneaking away?'
The more Lu Mingyuan thought about it, the more likely it seemed.
'The Mongolian Dynasty is doomed. Yet the Blood Dragon Martial Saint, the Dynasty's strongest expert, is only thinking of escaping?'
This made Lu Mingyuan curious about what a Martial Saint would pack when trying to escape. He immediately asked, "Where did you get that golden bag?"
The Blood Dragon Martial Saint's expression tightened, his gaze turning defensive. "This is our Dynasty's national treasure, the Celestial Treasure Golden Pouch. How dare an Outer Realm Evil Demon like you even think of touching it?"
"Ten Dragons Thousand Pores Palm."
The Blood Dragon Martial Saint's hands drew a circle in the air. At its center, ten blood-red Dragon Shadows appeared, transforming into ten draconic pillars that flew toward Lu Mingyuan.
"Let me handle this."
