Xiao Yan Makes His Move

"Dragon Emperor, didn't you want to save people? Heh heh, then This King will let you save your fill!"

Watching the figures wrapped in bloody light charge toward her, Zi Yan gritted her silver teeth and darted forward. Her jade palm flashed across the three of them like lightning, golden light surging as it scattered the strange bloody glow. Then, with a hidden force, she sent the three flying beyond the Dragon Transformation Demon Array, where several elders waiting outside caught them.

"Heh heh, what a fine Dragon Emperor. This King is almost reluctant to kill you."

Just as Zi Yan sent the three away, a flash of bloody light appeared before her. The North Dragon King materialized like a ghost, a savage expression rising onto his sinister face. His blood-soaked palm slammed into Zi Yan's shoulder with lightning speed.

Splat!

Terrifying force surged into her body through her shoulder. The blood qi, thick with corrosive power, instantly brought piercing pain from within Zi Yan's body. She spat out a mouthful of blood, her delicate body flying backward beneath countless anxious gazes.

This was also why Xiao Yan had chosen to rescue people first. He knew that scum like the North Dragon King—no, Dragon Scum—would surely use the Ancient Void Dragon Clan's people to threaten Zi Yan.

"Hahahaha! I am the Dragon Emperor of the Ancient Void Dragon Clan! You bastard who just returned without a single achievement—what right do you have to be the Dragon Emperor?!" The North Dragon King had clearly fallen into madness. The words "Dragon Emperor" had become an obsession to him, driving him completely insane.

"Kill!" The North Dragon King's three heads roared at once. The massive Dragon Slaying Sword in his hand struck in unison, its power displayed to the fullest. The Dragon Slaying