Blood Dragon Lu Heng

"You really dared to show yourself, Lu Heng! Since that's the case, you won't be leaving today."

Above Holy Demon Palace, within the dazzling golden light, that clear female voice rang out once more, brimming with deep hostility toward Holy Demon Emperor Lu Heng.

Lu Heng was no fool. With someone attacking his doorstep like this, he was naturally full of doubts. He looked at the mass of golden light hesitantly and asked in a deep voice, "Who exactly are you?"

He felt both grave and perplexed. Ever since the calamity of the Ancient Heavenly Palace, he had slumbered for countless years. When he awoke once more, he had chosen to fight for dominion over Heavenly Net Continent.

Over the years, he had risen again on Heavenly Net Continent and established Holy Demon Palace. Though he had made some enemies, none matched the person before him. Yet this person gave him a familiar sense of unease.

"Have you forgotten me? I've come to collect a debt."

The golden light slowly dissipated, revealing a petite and exquisite figure before Lu Heng. The instant he saw her, his body stiffened, and a trace of panic flashed across his face.

"How could it be you?"

Lu Heng quickly steadied himself after his initial panic. Smiling gently, he said, "Mandala, so it's you. We haven't seen each other for so many years. Why must we be so hostile the moment we meet?"

High in the sky, Mandala's little face was icy cold as her eyes stared frigidly at Lu Heng. "Lu Heng, you traitor. Back then, as the Heavenly Emperor's mount, you fled in fear when the Outer Realm Evil Race invaded, and you even ambushed me in secret. You are truly the shame of Heavenly Net Continent.

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