Zhu Minglang smiled and summoned the Chongwang Dragon with a simple seal.
In the foggy shadow, the Blood Shadow Dragon was baring its fangs and grimacing, looking like it wanted to devour Zhu Minglang, the tender morsel. However, as soon as the Chongwang Dragon appeared, the Blood Shadow Dragon immediately shrank back, like a mongrel encountering a lone wolf!
The Blood Shadow Dragon whimpered a few times and took advantage of the lingering shadowy fog to slither back into the Spirit Realm of the Fan-holding Young Master.
The Fan-holding Young Master's lips twitched slightly, and in the end, he helplessly bowed in surrender.
Farewell, farewell.
He brought out a Peak King Level Death Spirit Dragon right from the start. What else is there to compare with?
Is it interesting? Why would such a person even participate in the Outer Sect selection?
"Whoever that is...wins!"
"Zhu Lang." Zhu Minglang offered a name he had just changed to.
"Weren't you called Huangyu?"
