"This..." War God already didn't know how to start speaking. His eyes inadvertently swept over Ye Luo, what on earth was this guy up to!
"Young man, I appreciate you giving the elixirs to my son to treat his injuries, but if you think this is an opportunity to obtain the Dragon Scales, our Long Family's most treasured possession, it is absolutely impossible."
"Our Dragon Clan has guarded the Dragon Ball for a thousand years, and now that it has entered your body, it may be fate. I don't intend to pursue it, but since you are eyeing the Dragon Scales, don't blame this old man for being impolite!"
Long Aoxiong's gaze was indifferent as he watched Ye Luo. There was no burst of aura from him, but Ye Luo felt as if there was a Mount Tai pressing down on him, making him feel like he couldn't breathe.
All the strength in his body seemed to be bound, even the Nine Yang Energy inside him couldn't be mobilized, causing his complexion to change drastically.