After the voice of the Dragon King of Yellow Sand fell, he flew away from the Buddhist Temple—a battle between the Eighth Realm, how could it possibly take place within the temple? Only the vast sky could allow him to unleash completely.
The Dragon King of Yellow Sand had already left, but Feidu remained in place.
His expression was changing, fully aware that the Dragon King of Yellow Sand intended to establish his authority by using him.
He now faced a difficult choice: to confront or to surrender directly?
Surrendering directly seemed too weak, but it could earn him favor with the Dragon King of Yellow Sand.
Confronting him wouldn't appear weak, losing was certain, but at least it would look better....
......
Over there, the Dragon King of Yellow Sand was already suspended high in the sky, awaiting Feidu Taoist.
His mood was quite pleasant.
