In the boundless chaotic sea, a dozen figures stood arrogantly.
On one side were eleven majestic and terrifying divine dragons, and on the other side were a man and a bull: Ying Yue and Niu Er, along with eleven Half Saint Ancestral Dragons from Dragons World.
At this moment, the eleven Half Saint Ancestral Dragons formed a circle, surrounding Ying Yue and Niu Er, their auras locking onto Ying Yue, eyes filled with cold light, murderous intent flourishing.
If it were an ordinary person, they would have been scared stiff, but Ying Yue sat calmly on Niu Er's back, his face indifferent, as if facing not eleven Half Saint Ancestral Dragons, but eleven insignificant creatures.
"Boy, you dare to rob the younger generation of our Dragons World, you must be reckless. Surrender now to avoid unnecessary pain!"
One of the Half Saint Ancestral Dragons said coldly, his eyes fierce.
"Oh, really?"
