Chương 1003: The Sky-devouring Clan

The black clouds dissipated over them, disintegrating as the figure of a person dressed in black revealed itself.

Fully cloaked in jet-black robes, it was an old man with black mysterious cracks littered around his gnarly and creased face.

The mysterious cracks looked strange and unusual, adding to the already ghastly and malevolent presence of the elder.

A terrifying and devilish aura emanated strongly from him.

"Hahaha... Here we have a member of the Winged Dragon Clan... One who has become a Rank Three Dao Master..." The black-robed elder stared intently at the Dragon Wing Governor. His tongue dangled maniacally from his mouth as he licked his lips hungrily.

"The Winged Dragon Clan?" Jian Wushuang's brows furrowed questioningly as he peered at the Dragon Wing Governor standing beside him.

"It is me that he is after." The Dragon Wing Governor muttered as he narrowed his eyes.