Outside the Cloud Dragon Pavilion, the Pressure was Overwhelming

Hu Yunlong's shoulder moved slightly, but his footsteps remained still.

"The Cloud Dragon Pavilion is also my business."

Taking a deep breath, the blood in his body surged, and a faint shadow manifested behind him.

In these ten years, with the gains from the last time in the Ruins Realm, Hu Yunlong's cultivation realm had improved significantly.

Today, he was ready for a battle. Even if there were some injuries, as long as the Great Dao in his heart remained undamaged, it was worth it.

"Let me see if there's any attempt to seize the assets under the Immortal Venerable Sect."

Hu Yunlong looked determined.

In the eyes of Jin Yuntian, a killing intent emerged, and his body exuded a mix of blood and murderous aura.

"Young Master Yuntian." At this moment, a black-robed cultivator behind Jin Yuntian stepped forward and whispered a few words in his ear.

Jin Yuntian raised his eyebrows and chuckled.