Dragon Raja: A Max-Level Immortal Venerable Takes Disciples from the Shadows

My name is Lu Mingfei. After spending ten thousand years as an Immortal Venerable in the Borderlands, I returned to my homeland.

The people at Cassell thought I was just a loser who only knew how to play StarCraft. Herzog was still dreaming of becoming the White King, and Odin looked down on all living beings from on high.

I gave a disdainful smile and casually offered a pointer to the unlucky senior brother beside me.

Before long, Chu Zihang cleaved open Nibelungen with a single Great Desolate Imprisoning Heaven Finger.

Caesar laid out the Immortal-Slaying Sword Formation and ground the old bones of the Gattuso family into a mist of blood.

As for me, I sat on the back hill of Cassell, drinking immortal tea brewed by Erii and watching the Four Great Monarchs, whom I had refined into artifact spirits.

The Hybrids went completely mad: “What the hell is this, a Word Spirit? This is clearly a god descending upon the world!”

The Dragon Kings of the myriad heavens clutched their heads and wept: “Please, stop showing off! Which of us is actually the monster here?”