"For those who are approaching here! Come over, get on your knees and prepare to die!"
Just as Wang Xian led the group of dragonians towards Guta Mountain Range, a domineering command surprised him a little.
Get on my knees and prepare to die?
A flash of light flickered in Wang Xian's eyes. He looked towards the mountain peak below the spiritual energy waterfall and squinted his eyes.
"Dragon King! Come here now and receive your death!"
An angry roar reverberated across from the middle-aged man with short hair who was staring at Wang Xian with blood-red eyes.
The enmity for killing his father had ensured that it was impossible for them both to live under the same sky.
People from the Nine Cauldron Worlds?
Looking at the outfit of the group of people standing at the peak of the mountain, Wang Xian felt a sense of familiarity. The image of a sect surfaced in his mind.
Medical Saint Sect!