Clang!

Two glowing figures swifty flashed past in the sky. In the end, a sword swept forth and collided with a claw covered in dark golden scales. Sparks immediately splattered as a berserk shockwave unfurled, rippling the surrounding space.

The sharp claws of the paw were unimaginably tough, blowing away the sword, and causing the sword wielding figure to shoot back in retreat, revealing itself to be Zhao Zhu.

His expression was rather ugly at this current time.

A mysterious giant dark golden creature stood in the air before him, the very personification of majesty. Dark gold gleamed along its entire body, as Tuntun’s golden eyes glanced disdainfully at Zhao Zhu, obviously feeling the latter was unworthy of its attention.

Zhao Zhu was naturally able to feel the contempt in Tuntun’s eyes, causing rage to boil inside of him. To think that he...