"Feel it."
The Ancient Red Dragon fell silent, vaguely sensing that far from this place, a sliver of vitality persisted, but that could no longer be considered a person, just a [living] part of a body.
In this secret realm, with abundant spiritual charm, clouds and mists tumbling, above the firmament was an immensely giant, coiling Ancient Divine Dragon, while on the mountain cliff stood a swordsman in green robes, fierce and intense, with a white-haired Yin Yang Family elder smiling slyly.
He had grown old, his face lined with wrinkles, but at this moment his eyes were as clear as they had ever been, and he said, "So, it is not a breach of contract."
"Isn't it?"
This was the ultimate judgement of the distinguished elder of the Yin Yang Family, exploiting a loophole. The Ancient Red Dragon was silent for a long while before it spoke, "You're right, this battle should not continue." Thus, Murong Longtu also sheathed his sword and said:
