The sect is full of evildoers, but I am the eldest brother.

One breath, two breaths, three breaths...

A long silence followed after the sword-forging guard finished speaking, the scene fell into an eerie and slightly awkward silence.

In some respects, that "dragon's roar" was indeed loud enough.

Because the silence of the crowd was deafening!

"Uh......"

Gu Yi's lips twitched slightly: "That's enough. If we keep dragging this out, the cucumbers will get cold!"

The sword-forging guard did not answer, but remained standing straight, head held high and chest out.

At this moment, one of the three members of the Wilderness Clan sensed an aura approaching at an extremely fast speed nearby, and immediately transmitted his observations to the other two.

These three members of the Wilderness Clan were all strong and robust men.

The man on the left had long, disheveled hair that hung loosely behind his head, like withered weeds. Although he had embarrassed himself in public because of Gu Yi, his expression remained calm throughout, and he was the type who rarely smiled.

The man on the right has prominent cheekbones and wide, round eyes, like an angry Vajra, yet they appear somewhat hollow. Coupled with his strong and burly physique, he gives off an extremely intimidating vibe.

The one in the middle seems to combine the personality of the one on the left with the appearance of the one on the right. He looks like someone who is not easy to mess with and doesn't smile, quite like an older brother.

The one who sensed someone rapidly approaching from the outside was the long-haired member of the Wild Clan on the left; he was the one among the three who had most successfully transformed into human form.

The other two, even the strongest of the elder brothers, more or less shared the same ancient and murderous aura as the members of the Desolate Clan with prominent cheekbones.

It's as if the one who returned to the world was not the orthodox Great Wilderness Clan.

Instead, it is an unconventional, imperfect, yet still extremely powerful, ancient behemoth that only knows how to carry out endless killing based on instinct!

The three members of the Wilderness Clan who came this time were once half-immortals who had reached the pinnacle of the mortal realm.

Half-immortals at the Divine Realm were extremely powerful beings in the ancient times before the Great Cataclysm, but among the Great Wilderness Clan, they could only be considered as the mainstay at best.

Even immortals who have transcended the mortal realm cannot truly rise to the upper echelons.

The Great Wilderness Clan during the golden age of all races...

It is far more terrifying than what is recorded in the few words of classical books!

“They’ve arrived, and there’s more than one.”

The long-haired barbarian, always keeping a close eye on the outside world, once again sent a telepathic reminder to his two fellow clansmen.

"What if more come?"

The member of the Desolate Clan with prominent cheekbones snorted coldly, not using his soul to transmit his voice, and said with great disdain: "Ten thousand years have passed, eras have changed, and the weak human race has become the master of this world by chance, but has forgotten the years shrouded in darkness."

"It's time to remind them of that cruel, dark, bloody past, intertwined with endless despair and pain."

The long-haired member of the Wild Clan hesitated for a moment before speaking, "Our clan has endured a long and arduous process of attrition, almost to the point of extinction, to be able to return this time!"

"Now that our lord is about to be resurrected, it would be best to be cautious unless absolutely necessary!"

"It seems that it's not just your body that has been worn down over the past tens of thousands of years."

The man with broad cheekbones, a member of the desolate tribe, said sarcastically, his words carrying a pointed meaning.

The long-haired barbarian tribe was too lazy to dwell on things, especially something as trivial as playing music to a cow.

He turned to look at their eldest brother.

I want to see what the elder brother thinks about this.

"It doesn't matter. As long as the other side doesn't have any beings that have reached the 'immortal' realm, the advantage in numbers is almost negligible, and... this farce will soon come to an end."

The elder brother of the Wilderness Clan stared intently at Gu Yi, who was hiding a great secret. His lips did not move, but his voice seemed to appear out of thin air, majestic and ethereal: "Just wait for your orders."

Since the elder brother had spoken, the long-haired barbarian clan could not say anything more.

However, for some reason, he had a strange, ominous feeling.

And that instinctive fear, which comes from the depths of one's soul, becomes increasingly intense.

Don't they feel that way?

The long-haired barbarian thought to himself.

Considering what happened not long ago, there might be a real immortal hiding here.

The long-haired barbarian tribe couldn't understand the source of their elder brother's confidence.

In his view, no matter how powerful they were in the past, they are now just pitiful creatures who have only recently recovered and cannot even exert a fraction of their original power.

If I were to perish here, at the hands of weak humans...

He would rather remain asleep forever and never wake up!

This is an insult to dignity, a torment to the soul.

At the same time, it is also a kind of punishment given by God.

Although they escaped the reckoning of "Heaven".

But as soon as they looked up...

Whether it is day or night, the sky will always exist.

"Excuse me for interrupting."

Mo Xinren chuckled, thinking himself witty and humorous, and said, "The dragon you're talking about, it can't be deaf, can it?"

This joke isn't funny; in fact, it's incredibly lame!

At least for Gu Yi.

He was so cold that he couldn't help but shiver.

"You'll find out soon enough what kind of dragon it is."

The sword-forging guard spoke in his usual tone, using the same words as before, and said calmly, "Next time you address the 'Dragon Emperor,' remember to use honorifics."

"Of course, you can also choose to continue doing things your own way."

He changed the subject, his voice sharp and stern: "Because there won't be a next time!"

Mo Xinren shrugged dismissively.

He knew who the "dragon" the swordsmith was referring to was.

The young general who repelled the foreign tribes, huh?

I've heard a lot about this person when I was struggling in the Eastern Divine Region.

But so what?

How can the alien races of the Chaos Land be compared to the Great Wilderness Clan?

In other words, how can someone who is indecisive and cowardly, who would abandon the revenge for killing his mother because of some insignificant family affection, be his enemy?

Dragon Emperor? More like Insect Emperor!

Having too much fame isn't necessarily a good thing; there will always be a few envious individuals who will deliberately find fault and provoke the majesty of a behemoth.

Little Dragon Emperor, Little Insect Emperor?

Dragon Emperor, Insect Emperor?

It's a dragon, not a worm; it's a worm, not a dragon...

But is it a dragon or a worm?

You have to see it for yourself to understand!

Crack! Crack! Crack!

A series of sharp sonic booms pierced the sky.

Sensing that restrained and steady aura, which seemed to conceal immense power yet exuded a slightly familiar presence, Yuan Huanyan's expression hardened: "They've arrived!"

Gu Yi seemed to sense something and turned his head to look back.

Sudden——

A tiny black dot appeared on the distant horizon.

It only takes a blink of an eye.

The black dot magnified rapidly, gradually revealing a calm and collected face.

An invisible imperial aura accompanied him like a shadow.

At that moment, people vaguely heard a low growl echoing in their ears.

It was like the heavy breath of a dragon.

It's like a dormant dragon soul is gradually awakening!