Eternal Dragon

The scar-faced young man wore an expression like he was constipated. You might not fear an ancient divine sword, but that depended on who your opponent was.

He refused to believe that the Crimson-Faced Heavenly King wielding a divine weapon and the Crimson-Faced Heavenly King empty-handed stood on the same level. That was completely unrealistic.

Still, he did not continue chasing after him. He had already given the warning he should have given. Even if the Crimson-Faced Heavenly King suffered a loss or was injured, he had only himself to blame. It had nothing to do with anyone else.

His most urgent task was to deal with Xia Shu, the only one in the fifth-floor hall of Yipinju Restaurant who still retained fighting strength. At the same time, he had to capture Prince Duan and force him to reveal that item.

Thinking of the significance represented by that item, even with his composure, he could not help feeling parched and restless.

Xia Shu, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, was met head-on by the scar-faced young man's savage grin. Though he felt somewhat faint-hearted, he knew he no longer had anyone to rely on, no outside aid. He had to stop this man.

Slowly settling Prince Duan, whose whole body was weak and limp and who could only maintain the barest clarity of mind, against a chair, Xia Shu let out a long breath. He clenched both fists, and a dense Qi Aura rose from him, opposing the scar-faced young man...

The Crimson-Faced Heavenly King held the Flowing Fire Great Saber. With simple footwork, he leaped through the air in a straight, headlong charge, crashing down like a meteor onto the bluestone ground behind Yipinju Restaurant.

His feet landed firmly, supporting his mighty, hulking frame as they smashed