Over the vast Outer Sea of Death, three martial artists emanating terrifying auras hovered above the sea, passing around a Talisman Signal they had just received. The moment they finished reading it, every one of their faces turned somewhat unsightly.
At the center was the Dragon Rider clad in a Black Dragon robe. His eyelids were lowered, light shifting within his eyes, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking.
There was now one more person on either side of this Dragon Rider.
One was Green Shirt Dragon King Yu Changkong, one of the Dragon Alliance's Nine Regions Dragon Kings. He wore azure robes, with a ferocious Azure Dragon embroidered on each sleeve.
The man on the right, whose beard and hair stood on end strand by strand, was Thunder Dragon King Xi Que, another of the Dragon Alliance's Nine Regions Dragon Kings. His face was filled with fury.
"Twelve envoys have vanished without a trace. They have likely already met with disaster! Is Jin Hong a complete waste? He is overseeing matters there now, yet he has let things deteriorate to this extent!"
"In a mere sixteen days, seventeen envoys have already died in battle. Of the Dragon Alliance's seventy-two envoys, nearly a quarter have been lost.
"And their target is only a fourth-level Pulse Forging Realm brat!
"That Jin Hong is truly getting worse with age!" Thunder Dragon King Xi Que roared.
"Old Xi, Jin Hong handles matters far more cautiously than you do! Although the report he sent is truly unbearable to read and has greatly shocked us, doesn't it prove something? What do you say, Alliance Leader?" As he spoke, Green Shirt Dragon King Yu Changkong looked toward the Dragon Rider, the Dragon Alliance Leader.
At last, a trace of expression appeared on the Dragon