They were sent flying back a full thousand meters.
It was only then that the ten elders of the Ancestor Dragon Sacred Land steadied themselves.
The ten elders wore robes of various colors, with twin horns atop their heads, hair and beard grey, bodies covered in wounds, and fresh blood stained their frames.
The leader was none other than Elder Zu Qianqiu.
"Hahaha..."
The leading elder of the Golden Crow Sacred Land, Fen Tian Gu, held a halberd and looked up, laughing heartily.
He lifted his eyes to speak harshly: "Zu Qianqiu, with just the ten of you, you're no match for us!
If you ten are willing to submit to us, serve us in the future, and obediently surrender your three Ancestor Artifacts, we might consider sparing your lives!"
Although Zu Qianqiu was blood-stained, his robe tattered, his aura remained fierce and incomparably domineering!
He stepped forward, voice trembling the air: "Fen Tian Gu, stop dreaming!
