Chapter 1741

At this moment, there was a silhouette of an ancient black dragon above the middle-aged man’s head along with 9,200 ancient horned dragons spiraling up there. They were vivid and lively, making a shocking visual impact.
"Seventh Level Martial Monarch Stage?" Duan Ling Tian was surprised. It had never crossed his mind that not only was that this man in front of him a grade one weapons craftsman, but he was also quite a formidable Martial Monarch.
"Looks like I’ve picked up a pot of gold today." With a jolt of his heart, a smile crept up the corners of Duan Ling Tian’s mouth.