บท 867: 0868, the final battle

When all the immortal gods and disciples of the immortal sects saw Wang Xian leading a group of experts from the Dragon Palace, they sucked in a breath of cold air.

“Thinking back to a year ago, when the Dragon King wiped out the Northern European divine territory and the Yuwen clan, he didn’t take action personally. However, when he met this ancient god, he had to submit to the Twelve Sacred Kings!”

“Even someone as powerful as the Dragon King had to submit to him, let alone us?”

“The twelve Holy Kings wanted the Dragon King to be their mount. Mount! Let the strongest among us be their mount!”

When everyone saw the arrival of the Dragon King, a look of shock appeared on their faces.

“Dragon King!”

“Dragon King!”

When they saw Wang Xian and the rest arrive, everyone at the front opened up a space and shouted with a hint of misery on their faces.

“Okay!”

Wang Xian nodded his head faintly and landed on the ground. He looked towards the west.