Two beams of light shot out from the eyes of the giant ice blue dragon.
He was very interested in Ye Qing and Huangfu Lan.
Soon, the icy blue dragon landed and blocked in front of Ye Qing and the others.
Behind him was a group of powerful dragons that looked similar to him.
However, they were much smaller than him in terms of size.
The moment the icy blue dragon landed, a gust of icy air was released and hit them in the face.
Ice flowers formed in the air.
The icy blue dragon was obviously of the ice attribute, which was similar to Huangfu Lan's attribute.
However, his aura was completely different from the dragons in the Dragon Realm.
He didn't seem to be a normal dragon and gave people a strange feeling.
"Fellow cultivators, I am the Frostmourne Dragon King!"
The icy blue dragon spoke in human language and glanced at Ye Qing and the others.
Ye Qing smiled faintly.
"Fellow cultivators of the dragon clan. Nice to meet you!"
Ye Qing smiled and rolled his eyes. No one knew what he was thinking.
"That's right. Fellow cultivators of the dragon clan. This plane battlefield is full of danger. I would like to invite you to join my team. Would you be willing?"
The Frostmourne Dragon King looked at his subordinates behind him as he spoke.
Presumably, they were of the same species as the Frostmourne Dragon King.
There was contempt in the eyes of those ordinary Frostmourne Dragons.
They didn't speak.
However, the contempt in their eyes couldn't be concealed. Obviously, in their eyes, the cultivation of Ye Qing and the others was not worth mentioning at all. They didn't even have a Spiritual Venerable.
"Join your team?
Sorry, I'm not interested in your team. "
Ye Qing grinned.
"If you want me, Ye Qing, to join someone else, there's only one situation, and that's when you can't beat them.
"However, such a situation will never happen."
Ye Qing said calmly.
The face of the Frostmourne Dragon King on the opposite side gradually became gloomy.
"Brat, our boss is giving you face by inviting you to join us. How dare you refuse? Do you want to die?"
Behind the Frostmourne Dragon King, an underling jumped out and began to clamor. There was a fierce cold light in his eyes.
"Fellow Daoist, since we're all dragons, we should work together. What do you think?"
The Frostmourne Dragon King sneered. Cold lightning flashed in his eyes. His gaze was unfriendly, and he could attack at any time.
Ye Qing's face was calm, and there was no sign of panic at all. It was as if he didn't hear the threat in the Frostmourne Dragon King's words.
"A good dog doesn't block the way. Scram!"
Ye Qing's answer was very simple.
They didn't give the Frostmourne Dragon King any face at all.
To be honest, Ye Qing sensed that the bloodline power of the Frostmourne Wyrm King had probably not even reached the level of a supreme dragon.
The bloodline power of the dragons in other planes was probably not that great.
At least, that was the feeling Ye Qing got from the group of dragons in front of him.
On the Xuanzhen Continent, the bloodline power of the dragons was divided into many levels: Giant Dragon, Divine Dragon, Holy Dragon, Heavenly Dragon, World Dragon, Ancestral Dragon, Sovereign Dragon, Supreme Dragon, and so on.
To be honest, if the bloodline level was only at the level of a Giant Dragon, it would be the weakest existence on the Xuanzhen Continent.
It was just a little more powerful than the level of a Flood Dragon. It could barely be considered to have stepped into the threshold of the dragon race.
However, although the Frostmourne Dragon King in front of him was a Giant Dragon, the bloodline power in his body had probably reached the level of an Ancestral Dragon or a Sovereign Dragon.
Otherwise, it would be difficult for him to cultivate to the level of a Spiritual Venerable.
After all, the bloodline power of the dragon race determined one's talent.
If one's talent wasn't enough, how could it be easy to cultivate to the level of a Spiritual Venerable?
It might not be possible to succeed even if it took three to four hundred thousand years.
"Fellow Daoist, aren't you a little too arrogant? I've already given you a lot of face by inviting you to join us!
Don't tell me you want me to join you? "
The Frostmourne Dragon King sneered, and there was a cold flash in his eyes.
"You want to join us?
Sorry, you might not be qualified yet! "
Ye Qing said seriously.
The Frostmourne Dragon King was stunned, and a cold light flashed in his eyes.
Immediately after, the Frostmourne Dragon King grinned sinisterly. "Brat, I originally wanted to rope you in and then devour your bloodline, but since you refused, there's no need to go through so much trouble. I'll kill you now!"
The Frostmourne Dragon King's eyes were full of murderous intent, revealing his true colors.
With his cultivation in the level of a Spiritual Venerable, it was a little unreasonable for him to try to rope Ye Qing into his team.
It wouldn't make sense if it was because they were all dragons and for the morality of the dragon race. After all, in Ye Qing's team, only he and Huangfu Lan had the dragon bloodline in their bodies.
"Brothers, let's kill him!"
The Frostmourne Dragon King let out an angry roar.
The next moment.
Behind him, many underlings rushed over. Their cultivation auras were all above the seventh level of the Spiritual Emperor Realm. They could be considered powerful.
Among them, there were many Frostmourne Dragons at the ninth level of the Spiritual Emperor Realm. There were about 20 of them.
Even in the Planar Battlefield, such a team wouldn't be considered weak.
"Go!"
Ye Qing waved his hand and instantly took out his Supreme Dragon Sword.
When the True Spirit Domain was preparing for the Dimensional Battlefield, Ye Qing had already refined his Supreme Dragon Sword.
There was no need to say more about the power of an ultimate Sacred Artifact.
All in all, the Supreme Dragon Sword was a super killing weapon with unimaginable power.
"Whoosh!"
In Ye Qing's body, the bloodline power of a Rank Four Supreme Dragon surged out.
The Supreme Dragon God Qi spewed out everywhere.
Under Ye Qing's suppression, the Frostmourne Dragon King turned pale with fright.
Who would have thought that Ye Qing's bloodline power was tyrannical to such a terrifying extent?
It made the Frostmourne Dragon King have the urge to kneel down and worship Ye Qing.
"Whoosh!"
Before the Frostmourne Dragon King could react, a golden sword light slashed toward his head.
The Frostmourne Dragon King was shocked.
In a hurry, he waved his dragon claws and condensed a layer of frost.
Soon, an extremely cold air swept over. Layers of frost condensed in the void.
"Crack!"
But soon, the frost condensed by the Frostmourne Dragon King completely collapsed.
Ye Qing's Supreme Dragon Sword slashed at an unimaginable speed with supreme power.
One of the Frostmourne Dragon King's dragon heads was chopped off on the spot. There was no room for resistance!
A Spiritual Venerable expert died in the hands of Ye Qing.
Behind him, the Frostmourne Dragon King's underlings all turned pale with fright. Their eyes were full of horror.