"Haha!"
Hearing the pig-slaughter-like screams, the Saint of Eight Extremes grinned. "Well fought!"
"You, Saint of Eight Extremes! You were once defeated by me, the Dragon Ancestor! Now you're just acting high and mighty with Senior's backing. What kind of hero are you?!"
Seeing the Saint of Eight Extremes gloating, the Dark Ancient Demon Dragon endured the pain, glared, and shouted, "If it weren't for your Seven-star formation, you'd be no match for me!"
The Saint of Eight Extremes narrowed his eyes and snorted coldly.
He could naturally see that the Dark Ancient Demon Dragon was activating the Silver Star Point between its eyebrows, borrowing power from the great formation of Seven Star Mountain.
"Not my match?"
The Dark Ancient Demon Dragon was infuriated, its rage flaring once more. It seemed to forget it was a pig, struggling with all its might, trying to charge at the Saint of Eight Extremes.
SMACK!
