A fierce battle steeped in shame was abruptly halted by the sudden arrival of a third party, like a bucket of ice water dousing roaring flames.0

Previously feeling flustered, Wan Ji's seven daughters now felt relief wash over them like a sweet spring. The 250 prodigies under Yun Xiao's command had been struggling, unsure of what to do. Upon seeing those from the Ancestral Land and Nine Yin Soul Sea, they finally breathed a sigh of relief.0

Opposite them, the furious Dragon Devil Clan members frowned deeply, their shame and rage smoldering like wisps of smoke. Among them, the Young Dragon Lord's emotions were the most contorted. He had already thrown caution to the wind, unable to wait even a moment to avenge his humiliation.0

This sickening sensation was akin to a horse bolting forward, only to have its neck jerked back by a rope. 0

The Young Dragon Lord's face flushed red, seething with unbearable discomfort.0

"Mu Zixiao, Mu Zhilu, Meng Huan, and..." A Dragon Devil Clan youth named Long Zhaochuan listed...0