"Dragon... a true dragon!"
"The last true dragon of the Nine Provinces World!"
Fifth Qingyue's domineering appearance stirred no small commotion throughout heaven and earth.
Yin Xu and the other two, including Grand Sage Master, exchanged glances. "Showing yourselves at a time like this—isn't that a little too hasty?"
The lean old martial artist Zhu Yan wore a frosty expression. "If we didn't show ourselves now, were we supposed to wait for the Nine Provinces World to shatter and let you lot loot a burning house?"
"Confucian Saint, though you have a way to conceal part of heaven's secrets, during this great calamity, I will keep my eyes locked on you. What happened six thousand years ago will absolutely not repeat itself today!"
The Confucian Saint was indeed a powerhouse from Beyond the Heavens. Though he knew the misunderstanding of these past several millennia might never be untangled, his expression remained calm as he smiled. "Rest assured. Evil fiends are our common enemy. Besides... your misunderstanding of us runs too deep!"
"With such deep obsession, be careful you don't fall in cultivation because of it!"
Zhu Yan clenched both fists, veins bulging across the backs of his hands. He sneered, "Sanctimonious hypocrite. If not for today's great calamity, this old man would have torn you apart first!"
The Confucian Saint helplessly turned his face aside.
Ruan Hong sighed quietly in his heart after his anger subsided. More than six thousand years had passed, yet Zhu Yan's temper had not changed in the slightest.
He stepped forward to smooth things over. "Evil fiends have descended today, and whether further upheaval awaits remains unknown. Could you two grant me this small favor?"
At those words, Zhu Yan snorted coldly. "Ruan Hong, as the last gatekeeper of the Nine Provinces World, remember your