"But, but ..."
"I know what you're worried about. Although the Dragon lock chain is powerful, we must save the old ancestor!" Yang Ping 'an interrupted him.
This time, Zhang Yu understood.
His last word,"save," had a deep meaning.
He retreated to the side and gave up some space.
"Roar!" Yang Ping 'an growled.
The red spiritual light soared into the sky and transformed into its true form. However, it controlled its size and only made it a hundred feet wide. Pure Dragon might spread out.
Under the Dragon's might, Zhang Yu subconsciously stepped back.
Fortunately, Yang Ping 'an had stopped in time. Otherwise, he would have been in pain.
"This junior has offended you!" Yang Ping 'an said.
"Yes." Patriarch darknorth was certain.
This was a direct descendant of the North Sea Dragon race. He could change his aura, but not his true body. This was especially so for the Dragon-shaped mark between his brows that belonged to the North Sea Dragon race.