A monarch of a small country began to question Yang Yan and the others, while the expressions of those around them began to shift.
*Though the cultivation of the cultivators before them was high, they had their own backing and support!*
"Indeed, I too am commanded by Heaven,
*I am the True Dragon Emperor!*
Who are you cultivators to dare treat us this way?"
A middle-aged man, clad in a dragon robe, patted down his long robe as he stood up.
"Do you think that just because your cultivation is high, you can grab us at will and handle us?
If it were truly so, this region would have long been destroyed, annihilated!
We could not have possibly reached today!" he said with majestic authority.
*Judging from his words, he seemed quite confident, not fearing powerful cultivators like the Old Sword God.*
"So, someone is backing you?" Liu Piaoxu said coldly, her face expressionless.
