"Alas..."
The cultivators below sighed, their expressions downcast.
A burly, middle-aged man, whose Mana enveloped the corpses of ten Black Dragons, looked mournfully at the gold-robed elder and said loudly, "Envoy Lord, after killing so many of these Dragon-shaped Ghost Beasts, do we receive no reward at all?"
"Impudent!"
The gold-robed elder's face darkened, and he released a potent Super Divine Dragon Breath. Though his cultivation base had not surpassed the Divine Sovereign Realm, at this moment, he emanated an indescribably powerful pressure. This was the unique majesty of the Eternal Divine Hall, not to be profaned.
The middle-aged man's face flushed crimson, and he was rendered speechless, retreating several steps.
"Do you truly believe the rewards of the Eternal Divine Hall are so easily obtained? What a joke!"
The gold-robed elder snorted coldly, then turned, stepped into the spatial rift, and vanished.
