"Are you fucking asking for death?"
Seeing someone provoke him, the Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon was displeased, halting abruptly like a thrown javelin.
A fierce gleam shot from his eyes as he stared coldly at these unfamiliar cultivators.
In that moment, he exuded a powerful aura indicative of a cultivator at Level Five of the Destiny Realm.
Among the eight individuals opposing him, six were cultivators in the Nirvana Realm. Upon sensing his formidable aura, their faces changed dramatically, and they all retreated.
"Sir, we mean you no harm and have no intention of fighting you. Please don't be so aggressive," the old man at the Destiny Realm quickly stepped in front of the others, arms spread wide, shielding them from the overwhelming pressure.
The Bloody Overlord Demonic Dragon squinted slightly.
