When Wang Xiaoqiang heard the words "Divine Beast," he quickly lowered his head.
He clearly understood that Divine Beasts, with their formidable physical bodies and mysterious spell techniques capable of soaring above the Nine Heavens, were beings a level above Spirit Beasts, possessing immense strength, far beyond what a mere cultivator of the Immortal Venerable Level like himself could contend with, so it was best not to provoke one.
As Wang Xiaoqiang bowed his head, the Yellow Dragon on the hall's eaves stopped roaring, closed its mouth, and ceased the movement of its eyes, returning to the state of a stone statue.
Three Imperial Guard Soldiers had already broken out in a cold sweat, and the leader, wiping the sweat from his forehead, whispered to Wang Xiaoqiang, "Champion Young Master, remember not to stare at it continuously, or not even His Majesty might be able to protect you..."
