As soon as the words fell, Ao Yuan's massive figure appeared in the sky. With a transformation, a middle-aged man wearing luxurious clothes and exuding a strong sense of authority appeared in front of the two beasts.
"Remnants of Exotic Beasts?" Ao Yuan chuckled lightly.
"Ao Yuan!" Qiongqi's eyes were gloomy, and wisps of black smoke kept rising from the corners of its mouth. If not for its remaining rationality telling it that it was not a match for him, Qiongqi might have charged straight ahead.
"Haha, still want to make a move? I don't mind giving you a lesson again. After all, I've always thought having only one scar on my face isn't very symmetrical!" Ao Yuan sneered coldly.
"Enough, Ao Yuan, what do you want? Are the Dragon Clan planning to fight us?" Zhen interrupted Ao Yuan's ridicule, blocking Qiongqi's sight to prevent it from losing reason and attacking.
