C1485 Bathing in the Blood of the True Dragon

In that moment, the Immortal Lord remembered countless years ago. Back then, he was still weak, captured by a powerful cultivator who intended to skin and roast him. It had been many years since he felt such fear. As a disciple of the Immortal, he was always shown respect wherever he went, and no one dared to lay a hand on him. But now, that familiar fear returned.

“Sir..