902 Daolord Batdragon

World God Mystdragon, the branch leader of the Eastsmoke branch, continued to hide in the main palace of the Eastsmoke branch. He watched as all of this happened, and he felt no sympathy for them at all. Instead, he was celebrating. "Thank goodness the barriers protecting my main palace are much stronger. Although this white-robed kid is strong, he still can't do a damn thing to me. Hmph! Soon, my big brother will arrive. By then… hpmh!"

World God Mystdragon felt tremendous confidence in his big brother.

Whoosh. Ning suddenly transformed into a streak of light, flying away from the mountain and once more charging towards the main palace.

"He's coming back?" The Eastsmoke leader was badly frightened. "Why is he coming back? Does he have some even more powerful tricks up his sleeve?"