Overbearing Suppression

"Leave Long Xiaoyu or die!"

A voice that was filled with boundless dignity resounded in the sky, and it shook all the experts present to the point their blood qi surged. It was extremely uncomfortable.

Fortunately, Long Cang had used his aura to protect the Celestial Qilin. Otherwise, those White Dragon Race members who were around the first or second realm of the Great Void Stage would most likely have fainted from their heavy injuries.

"This…"

Long Kun widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked at Long Cang.

At this moment, sweat kept flowing from Long Cang's forehead. His entire body was trembling, as if he was under tremendous pressure. He gritted his teeth and took a deep breath. "He is the Martial Sacred Hall Master, Wu Huang!"

"What?"

Long Kun's face instantly turned as pale as paper.

The Martial Sacred Hall Master, Wu Huang, was a name that very few people knew now. He was now known as the War God.