Outside the palace at this moment, dozens of Golden Core Stage cultivators appeared, stepping on clouds, glaring at the palace gate. The countless gazes combined almost seemed to have the power to kill, chilling one's heart. Yet the Red Dragon was fearless, roaring with its neck raised, its dragon eyes filled with bloodlust, stubbornly guarding the palace front, ready to pounce and fight at any moment.
"Have all the elites from the major clans arrived?"
Fang Xing glanced outside; he originally wanted to rush out and flaunt his prowess, but now he wouldn't go out even if threatened with death.
