"Dragon shadow? Is that the nine dragon shadow sword?"
That dragon roared out, reverberating for a long time. Within the cave, it was dead silent.
Zong Shou's long hair had instantly turned white in that instance.
It wasn't a deathly white, but the silver-white of the sky fox race!
Behind his back, there were 5 foxtails which danced in the sky.
The dragon shadow, which was originally really illusionary and indiscernible, the moment the sword light dissipated, those sword shadows also faded.
Zong Shou's eyes changed. They were more narrow and more attractive to the soul. At this moment his pupils turned wine red. His gaze turned as it revealed a fierce intent. Then, there was an indescribable evil intent.
When his gaze swept past the remaining 3 people, these 3 Juelong City Xuanwu ancestors, their faces turned purple. However, their legs couldn't shift a single step. Their faces showed loss, struggle, worry, and fear.