The Protégé
All the changes in the grey-robed elder's hands were captured by his eyes and kept moving.
"Roar!"
As the long sword fell, the dragon's roar rose to the sky and shook heaven and earth. At that moment, the world of divine thoughts, full of vitality, instantly turned into dead silence.
Up in mid-air, it was as if an enormous dragon were flying through the air. The scorching sun slammed into the ground, and the entire world turned pitch-black. Everything returned to silence, except for the gray-robed old man, who stood proudly in the darkness with his hands clasped behind his back and his eyes fixed on Yang Xiao. He said nothing.
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