At this moment, Kunpeng's eyes glowed red as if about to split, his pupils swollen and blood-red as he gazed at Ye Xuan with an intense hatred that not even the combined waters of the Three Rivers and Four Seas could wash away, yet a hint of shock and suspicion flashed across his eyes from time to time.
Kunpeng could not be blamed for looking this way. The Ancestor Dragon Essence Blood was originally his fateful opportunity, and he had even laid dormant here for endless eras because of it, yet in the end, it had served to benefit Ye Xuan: how could this not enrage him to the extreme?
Moreover, Kunpeng could feel that Ye Xuan had absorbed all of the Ancestor Dragon Essence Blood, which now gave him a terrifying feeling that he had only ever experienced in the presence of Saints.
But what of it?
