Facing the silent Void Long Knives, Chu Fengmian's expression remained exceedingly calm.
Chu Fengmian stood in place, with his hands clasped behind his back. Only when the countless Void Long Knives slashed towards him did Chu Fengmian slowly look over.
"A Kunpeng bloodline? You dare call this hodgepodge of a bloodline a Kunpeng bloodline? It's merely a bit of the Kunpeng's bloodline, mixed with a bunch of mongrels. A mongrel bloodline dares to be presumptuous before me?"
Chu Fengmian looked at Ouyang Lie, his gaze filled with the utmost disdain.
Ouyang Lie's bloodline was a mess, not even amounting to a thousandth or even a ten-thousandth of the true Kunpeng bloodline.
Even the purest Kunpeng bloodline could only stand on equal footing with Chu Fengmian's ancient war dragon bloodline.
What a joke that such a hybrid dared to make a move in front of Chu Fengmian.
"Break!"
A single word escaped Chu Fengmian's lips indifferently, transforming into a Dragon Roar.
