A while ago.
In the desert where An Jing fought against the three Great Wilderness Dragon Clan, the smell of blood still lingered in the air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.
For a while, the countless lurking ferocious beasts around were restless, greedily eyeing this blood-soaked battlefield.
No matter how they performed, as the peak of Divine Storage Realm, the remains and dragon blood of Da Chi, Huo Jin, and Liu Yin, dragons comparable to the Beast King of the Zhaolin Realm in terms of 'realm,' were a great nourishment for the local ferocious and even divine beasts.
But they hesitated at the edges several times, with not a single one daring to approach, seemingly very apprehensive.
Because on this land, An Jing's sword intent still lingered... Even though An Jing had intentionally retracted the most lethal Killing Sword Intent, the remaining fragments were absolutely not something that ordinary ferocious beasts could touch.
