Chapter 1139

As the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land looked at the Fortune Golden Dragon with despair, figures tore through the void all around, and Human Race experts appeared one after another.

Holy shit............

Huh, have we been caught?

Doesn't seem like it.

Seeing that the newcomers were actually the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land, many Human Race experts were stunned.

They just issued the capture order, and the three of them showed up on their own? How obedient of them?

The many Human Race experts naturally knew that Yun Xiantai and the others had issued the order to capture the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land.

But it seems the order was just issued not long ago, and these three came on their own?

Their expressions were a bit strange, but some were quick, immediately passing the news to the other ancestors.

And seeing this, the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land did not dare hesitate, immediately choosing to act.

The plan had failed; they needed to leave quickly, otherwise once Yun Xiantai and the others arrived, they wouldn't be able to get out.

In an instant, the three decided to break through; this was their only chance, and they had to leave as soon as possible.

Moreover, everyone present was at the Shèngjìng or Great Saint Realm cultivation; even if the three tried to force a breakthrough, their chances of success were still high.

Get lost.

His aura surged violently as he thrust out a palm, trying to force his way out.

Seeing this, the surrounding Human Race experts also did not dare be careless.

But what no one expected was that at this moment, the Fortune Golden Dragon in the sky took action.

Only see it swipe down with a claw, that sky-covering giant claw instantly shattered the Línglì palm.

Huh???

Seeing this, the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land were dumbfounded again.

This Fortune Golden Dragon actually knows how to fight?

I've never heard of this; isn't the Fortune Golden Dragon just a mascot? Why the heck can the Human Race's Fortune Golden Dragon fight?

Moreover, judging from that claw just now, its strength seems not inferior to that of an Emperor-level ancestor at all.

Has the Human Race's Fortune Golden Dragon become a spirit? Can it even do this?

The three stared dumbfounded; they never imagined that whatever was blocking them would be the Fortune Golden Dragon.

Their teeth gritted, the three had little time to waste; if they waited for Yun Xiantai and the others to arrive, they wouldn't be able to leave.

This damn thing sure has a lot of drama.

The leading ancestor of Qingtian Holy Land immediately shouted angrily.

Get lost.

He then threw a fierce punch, but the Fortune Golden Dragon showed no weakness, directly choosing to meet it head-on.

The dragon's claw fiercely collided with the fist imprint, terrifying shockwaves raging wildly.

And this punch was blocked by the Fortune Golden Dragon.

Damn it, all together.

Seeing the attack blocked again, the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land hesitated no longer and struck together.

Today, is this Fortune Golden Dragon my nemesis? I'm completely losing to it.

Without its roar, how could the Human Race possibly detect the three's traces? Without the Fortune Golden Dragon's obstruction, relying only on the present Shèngjìng and Great Saint Realm cultivators, could they possibly stop them?

It's all because of this Fortune Golden Dragon, ruining my big plans.

The killing intent of the three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land was utterly unhidden, but the Fortune Golden Dragon knew nothing of it.

In its eyes, the three were enemies, so it had to block them, not letting them leave so easily.

As for killing intent, it couldn't sense it at all.

Kill.

The three ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land struck again, and for a moment they battled the Fortune Golden Dragon.

Meanwhile, the surrounding Shèngjìng experts and Great Saint, seeing this, looked for chances to sneak attack, trying to delay the three as much as possible.

They didn't even think of taking the three down directly; just holding them off until the other ancestors arrived would suffice.

With the ancestors' speed, it wouldn't take long.

But no one expected that the ancestors were currently somewhat busy.

Inside the Charm Tribe's encampment, Qi Xiong came running out of his room, holding up his pants.

He spoke anxiously.

"Where's the battle? Where's the battle?"

No sooner had his words fallen than Yun Xiantai's shout rang out from beside him.

"Look at you like this; hurry up and put on your pants. You're the Shèngzhǔ of my Dao Yi Shengdi—what kind of decorum is this?"

Hearing the voice and looking over, Qi Xiong sneered contemptuously.

"How dare you say that about me? I'm still holding up my pants."

Qi Xiong was holding up his pants, just not having tied the belt, while Yun Xiantai had run out wearing only a big pair of underpants, still holding his pants in hand.

"You haven't even put on your pants, and you have the nerve to say that about me?"

"Cut the nonsense, hurry up and put them on."

Noticing the change in Qi Xiong's gaze, Yun Xiantai's old face flushed red, and he hurriedly said.

Just a moment ago he was taking care of business, when suddenly he felt the aftermath of battle outside the ancestral land, and it was an Emperor-level battle.

He panicked so much that he didn't even have time to put on his pants before rushing out.

He still wondered in his mind, who the heck nowadays would dare to attack the Human Race's ancestral land? Don't they want to live?

Only when Yun Xiantai sensed the human race cultivation method's flavor in the aura did he instantly realize it was those three old fogies from Qingtian Holy Land?

But why aren't those three hiding? Running to the human race ancestral land to do what? Did they come on purpose just to die?

No need for all races to search; they just delivered themselves to our mouths?

Some things are uncertain, but since those three old fogies from Qingtian Holy Land have appeared, it's naturally impossible to let them go; we'll capture them first and talk later.

Qi Xiong, Yun Xiantai here is rushing to put on pants; meanwhile, at the Elf Tribe's garrison, Yunluo Shèngzhǔ, Shi Qingfeng, and others are likewise.

"Hurry up and put on."

"Ah, you don't need those underpants; just wear the outer ones."

"I... I'm not used to it."

"What the hell time is it now, still worrying about being used to it? Hurry up."

All the old ancestors were busy; who would have thought someone would attack the human race ancestral land at this time?

Only the four old ancestors of Yaochi Holy Land arrived first.

Seeing that the incoming persons were indeed the three old fogies from Qingtian Holy Land, Yaochi Shèngzhǔ wasted no words and directly charged forward with the other three old ancestors.

For a moment, everyone fought together in a fierce battle.

"Damn it."

Seeing Yaochi Shèngzhǔ and company rushing over, the three old ancestors of Qingtian Holy Land all had their faces sink.

It's all because of that damned Fortune Golden Dragon; if it hadn't blocked them, they'd have long since fled without a trace.

Now that Yaochi Shèngzhǔ and company have arrived, wanting to escape is no longer easy.

The three were tightly entangled, but the surrounding other human race powerhouses wore doubtful expressions.

"What about the other old ancestors?"

"Yeah, why did only Yaochi Holy Land come?"

Logically, since Yaochi Shèngzhǔ and company have arrived, Yun Xiantai and Yunluo Shèngzhǔ should also have arrived by now, yet there's no sign of them.

Upon hearing that, someone curled their lips and said.

"They're still in the land of tenderness."

Huh???

After this person finished eating, they happened to make a trip to the Charm Tribe's garrison and coincidentally ran into Qi Xiong, Yun Xiantai, and company.

Watching several people excitedly rush into the room, this person felt extremely envious.

As for why they still haven't shown up, they're probably just busy.

Upon hearing that, the other saints and the Great Saint were also stunned, then fell silent—what could be said?