Everyone watched as the young man was sent flying into the air, but he took control of himself midway, his eyes locking onto Draco.
"Another ancestral being?" the young man said as he saw the faint image of a behemoth White Tiger with golden stripes.
He looked at Draco in confusion. If not for the stench of filth he could smell from Draco, he would have thought that Draco was a favored son of the Origin Heavenly Dao.
Draco didn't stop there. He took a step forward and continued battling the young man.
But every time, the skill the young man called Heavenly Shield protected him, and it seemed that he had fortified its defense.
"Phoenix Flaming Wing!" Draco called out.
A three-colored, flaming pair of phoenix wings appeared behind him as his speed increased.
Draco took a step forward—his figure flashed—
