"Mr. Xiao Heng, what brought you here?" Elder Zhu Li waved his hand, signaling Hei Qing that he no longer needed support. Looking at Xiao Heng, he asked with some delight.
"By a fortunate coincidence, I heard that the Three Dragon Islands were besieging East Dragon Island, so I rushed over at full speed. Fortunately... I wasn't too late." Xiao Heng let out a sigh of relief. He had nearly lost this big black fellow, Hei Qing. Though he might not have been terribly heartbroken if Hei Qing had died, he would still have mourned him somewhat. Besides, compared to mourning, Xiao Heng much preferred the feeling of standing atop this big black fellow's head.
Upon hearing this, a smile finally appeared on Hei Qing's face after surviving the disaster. "Thanks to you, or I'd have been finished today. I won't waste words on nonsense. Thank you!"
"But your strength..." Hei Qing sized Xiao Heng up, then looked at the fallen corpses. Even now, he had yet to fully process it.
Thinking back, when he had first met Xiao Heng, Xiao Heng's strength had seemed about equal to his own. By their second meeting, Xiao Heng had already surpassed him. And now, looking at the corpses of those two Half Saints, as well as the body of Five Dragon, whose strength had been no weaker than his own in life, Hei Qing still found it difficult to take in.
He could only attribute it all to this: as expected of the Dragon Emperor's friend. He was truly extraordinary—no wonder he could become the Dragon Emperor's friend.
Elder Zhu Li also looked at Xiao Heng. Sensing the unfathomable aura emanating from him, he was greatly astonished. But after the astonishment came joy. At this point, every bit of fighting strength was