Jie Cang was drenched in blood, yet at this moment, like a dying flame flaring one last time, his aura was rising at an astonishing speed.
Bai Wushuang's eyes revealed a trace of wariness, but his expression quickly returned to normal.
Since he had dared to show himself in person today, he had naturally come fully prepared.
He immediately waved a hand and said, "Fellow Daoist Chang, it's time for you to show yourself, isn't it?"
The moment his words fell, a figure suddenly appeared in the void on the other side.
It was an old man, somewhat hunched in stature, yet his eyes shone brightly. Most striking of all were the incomparably ferocious ghost tiger patterns covering the surface of his skin. His entire body radiated a wild, unrestrained aura.
The instant he appeared, the old man gave a bitter smile. "I had planned to keep watching the show, but it seems I can no longer enjoy any peace and quiet."
Upon seeing him, Jie Cang, the Ancient Ancestor of the Dark Dragon Clan, revealed a wary look and said in a deep voice, "Chang Feng, are you going to kick me while I'm down as well?"
"Senior Jie, I was fortunate enough to receive your guidance back then, and this junior benefited immensely from it."
"But the interests of one's clan outweigh personal ties. Today, I have come specifically to send you on your final journey."
As he spoke, he respectfully bowed.
As the ancestor of the Violent Ghost Tiger Clan, his seniority within his clan was terrifyingly high. Yet before Jie Cang, the Ancient Ancestor of the Dark Dragon Clan, he was no more than a junior.
Jie Cang remained silent. If it had been before, what would it matter if he faced the two of them—even