"Grandpa," Li Mu Yang rasped.
Why had it turned out like this?
Why had they treated him this way?
Blood mist roiled and boiled in his double pupils, mirroring Li Mu Yang's feelings at that very moment.
That little bit of warmth in his heart vanished, and ink-black scales surfaced over his arm once more.
Kill!
Kill every one of these people who deserved to die!
"Mu Yang." True Man Ziyang seized Li Mu Yang's arm, clusters of azure light appearing across the back of his hand.
Under the pressure of the azure light, the scales that had just surfaced on his arm rapidly receded and vanished.
The scales rose again, only to disappear once more.
One side yearned for slaughter, yearned for Dragon Transformation.
The other refused to let Li Mu Yang slaughter or undergo Dragon Transformation.
The two became locked in a stalemate, their forces colliding.
"Mu Yang, don't act rashly." True Man Ziyang called out to stop him.
"Grandpa, why are you treating me like this?" Li Mu Yang's voice was filled with grief as he cried out hoarsely. "Why are you treating me like this?"
He had thought they were family, only to discover that they were villains.
They had exploited Li Mu Yang's trust and dependence on him, making him return to human form before having someone stab him from behind.
The sword dripping blood against his chest was the greatest mockery and the best proof.
"Mu Yang, this was not my intention," True Man Ziyang said heavily.
He held Li Mu Yang's arm fast, preventing him from raging into a dragon and once again plunging Feng City into a sea of fire, where soldiers would slaughter one another without end.
True Man Ziyang glared sharply at Ghost King Li Lanjiang, who had successfully shifted