"Yan Cheng pays his respects to the Dragon Master," Yan Cheng's massive body laid completely prostrate on the ground, his dragon head lowered, and as Lan Xuanyu's dragon claw retracted, the wound on the head swiftly healed. Even his originally brown-yellow eyes now bore a hint of gold. His entire body clearly contained explosive strength.
"Mm, stand aside and wait," Lan Xuanyu said indifferently. Even if his heart was shocked, he could not show it at this time.
He then turned to the elder by his side and asked, "My match should be considered over now, shouldn't it?"
"Of course, please," said the elder. "You may leave or stay to watch the battle." The way the elder looked at Lan Xuanyu was quite different now.
