The Dragon King—the man who had dominated Yongzhou for twenty years, never lost a battle, never failed an assault, and who, though defeated by Xiang Yang today, was still a legendary genius of his generation—had actually run away?
This action left many who had witnessed it in person greatly shocked and baffled. They felt it tarnished the bearing of a Martial World Myth, though a small number thought it perfectly normal.
Leaving aside the fact that the outcome of this battle had already been decided and the Dragon King had fallen from the throne of myth, the present situation was no longer a fair one-on-one duel between the Dragon King and Xiang Yang. It was the demonic sects drawing upon their foundations to encircle and kill Xiang Yang.
At such a time and in such a setting, whether he helped Xiang Yang against the demonic sects or helped the demonic sects against Xiang Yang, neither was an excellent choice for the Dragon King. Better to withdraw and leave; with the cultivation of his divine arts, no one else could stop him anyway.
Yet while the Dragon King had left, Xiang Yang had fallen into an exceedingly dangerous situation. Quite a few people in the shadows could see that, although the three newly appeared elders were steeped in the air of age, their cultivation was profound and surpassed even the Dragon King's. With the three joining forces against Xiang Yang and Ning Ke, their odds of victory naturally soared.
Moreover, those who had originally come to watch the battle had thought this would merely be an ordinary exchange of pointers. They had never expected to be drawn into the schemes and conflicts between the demonic sects and the Divine Constable Gate. All secretly considered slipping away, and in the blink of