The Fate of the Imperial Race, Arrogant Words

The huge mountain tortoise swayed its four claws, and the mountain on its shell tore through the sea of clouds. It was a spectacular sight. The strong wind blew against the cyan-haired Naga's feathered robe. He had a cold expression as he stared into the distance.

His name was Di Chang, and he was a descendant of the Imperial Race.

"How dare you ignore me? Damn it…"

When Di Chang thought of the Dao Ancestor of Heavenly Jing rejecting his request for a fight, his eyes revealed killing intent.

To think he once wanted to help the Human Race. In that case, don't blame him for being impolite!

A figure suddenly jumped out from the sea of clouds and quickly landed by his side, standing on the mountain peak with him. If Jiang Changsheng saw this person, he would definitely recognize the other party. It was the sloppy old man who had given Lin Haotian the opportunity to subdue Emperor Wu Ren, a resurrected ancient Martial Emperor.