When Li Luo, Li Fengyi, Li Jingtao, and Deng Fengxian walked out of the void vortex, they were back on Dragon's Fang Mountain. Deafening cheers greeted them upon arrival, causing them to feel a little disorientated.

Li Luo massaged his ears with a helpless look on his face as he glanced at the emotional crowd.

He could understand why that felt that way. The position of the Dragon's Head had been monopolized by the Dragon's Blood Lineage for years. As a result, the Dragon's Fang Lineage had been consistently suppressed, and this was a sore point that was often raised during their struggles against them.

It would leave them heartbroken, unable to refute the truth.

As a result, the four banners did not hold much hope for winning the Dragon's Head. Even Li Luo's own people, Zhao Yanzhi and friends, had only expected Li Luo to perform decently, not daring to dream grandly.

Li Qingfeng was akin to a gigantic mountain that blocked his path. The strength...