bai wushang had obtained the first seal of the holy dragon.
it was like an invisible tattoo that was branded on his back.
it could not bring about a leap in combat power, but the lower the rank of the pseudo-dragon species and sub-dragon species, the more they would fear humans with the holy dragon's mark.
this was especially so for the young and mature ones. even if you were lying there with serious injuries and dying without any attack power, they would still regard it as a taboo and would not dare to harass and attack you.
if it was a high-level dragon species, as long as they were careful enough, they would not dare to kill after sensing this mark. they were afraid of the holy dragon species behind them.
by the time bai wushang opened his eyes, the brass iron corpse dragon had already followed the storm rain dragon king into the ancestral artifact space.
there was one more hatchet man.
the death lineage's team grew larger and larger.