"Oh? You have some nerve. To see me and not kneel, and to still be conscious... Not bad. However, you are ultimately not a descendant of the Lu Family. The only reason you can enter this Rising Dragon Tower is because of Little Thirteen's request. If it weren't for the fact that you taught him an Ultimate Skill that leads directly to the Great Emperor realm, I would never have let you in."
As the Divine Dragon's voice faded, its aura receded, and it transformed into an old man dressed in linen clothes.
His face was ruddy, his nose was flat, and a wine gourd hung from his waist. He looked just like a slovenly drunkard.
But Yang Xiao had just felt this linen-clothed old man's might and had seen his true form.
'I can't underestimate him.'
This old man's true strength was no less than his own at his Peak in his previous life, to say nothing of his current state. Yang Xiao was far from a match.
"Greetings, Elder Long."
Yang Xiao clasped his hands.
