The battle between Xiong Yu and Nie Tong reached a momentary pause as their divine senses brushed against the newcomers. Though their expressions remained composed, a flicker of surprise passed through their eyes when they sensed the overwhelming draconic aura emanating from Long Xi.
Xiong Ba, locked in combat with Ling Xuan, sneered as he delivered a crushing punch that sent her skidding back. "Five thousand years ago, I could step on your head. Today, I can still do it!"
Ling Xuan wiped a trickle of blood from her lips and smirked. "That was five thousand years ago, brute."
Nie Tong and Xiong Yu ignored their disciples' exchange, their attention fully fixed on Long Xi.
Nie Tong took a cautious step forward. "Are you... a Dragon God?"
Long Xi's draconic pupils gleamed coldly. She remained silent, her posture guarded.
