The demon dragon's body was extremely huge, and its body was covered in fire elements. Lin Xuan stood in front of it, and waves of heat waves surged towards him. The grass around the demon dragon began to wither in a short period of time. It dried up and then burst into flames. The range of the flames grew larger and larger, and it had already affected Lin Xuan.
Lin Xuan did not care about the flames and allowed them to burn him as they pleased. They did not cause him any harm at all. He looked at the demon dragon in front of him seriously and did not feel any strong malice or killing intent.
The dragon was a little surprised, but it was understandable. He was the Dragon King appointed by the ancestral dragon. Although he was no longer the Dragon King, the ancestral dragon's blessing still existed. He was still a Dragon King in name.
Existences like the ancestral dragon had authority over many things, and their words would leave traces on the Great Dao.