Ever since the battle at the Sword Sect Mountain Gate several years ago.
Azure Dragon Demon Venerable's body had been worsening with each passing day; it could truly be said that one day was worse than the last. Even though the bloodline within him was enough to grant him a lifespan far surpassing that of a human cultivator in the same realm, suffering heavy damage one time after another had still brought him to the point where his oil was nearly spent and his lamp was almost dry.
This day.
Azure Dragon Demon Venerable sent someone to Summon White Tiger Demon Venerable, who was currently presiding over the integration of the Northern and Southern Demon Races, and spoke in a tone of utmost helplessness.
"This old man's lifespan is nearing its end. From now on, the Demon Race will depend on you. That little Poison Flood Dragon cannot be trusted."
White Tiger Demon Venerable's brows knitted tightly.
He drew close and examined Azure Dragon's physical condition. That deep-rooted Death Qi was about to Invade his heart meridians—precisely the omen that his Great Limit was approaching.
And the more magnanimous Azure Dragon Demon Venerable appeared, the heavier the guilt in his heart became. Though he was clearly a killing star born beneath the heavens, a peerless fierce spirit that represented the omen of death, at this moment he still could not utter a single word of refusal.
After a long silence, White Tiger Demon Venerable, built like a burly man, said, "Blame me. Back then, had I not been egged on by villains, I definitely would not have resorted to such cruel and ruthless means. In the end, you and I are the pillars of the Demon Race. If you depart, this king... will find it difficult to support such a