C896 Take out Your Dragon Blood

At this moment, the Gold Hall of the Sacred Family had fallen into a deathly silence.

No one dared to speak as they looked nervously at the two dignified people seated in the hall.

They were waiting for the order from the chief and the High Priest!

White-Robed Priest, Sheng Donglai's aged fingers lightly tapped on the purple gold dragon throne, making a thumping sound. His eyes were unmoving