"Too ruthless!"
Having emerged from the grief of his Second True Body's demise, Xu Xiaoshou's assessment was directed not only at Yan Wuse, but at the Demon Emperor Black Dragon as well.
He had thought the Demon Emperor Black Dragon possessed great combat power but little brains.
Yet when Xu Xiaoshou recalled that flawless move of watching the fire burn from across the river, cold fear crept through him.
—On the surface, it had shown concern and been willing to exert itself, but in truth it had only used a little strength. The moment it sensed something was wrong, it immediately changed tactics, preserved itself wisely, and sought to retreat to its nest.
Who said this dragon had no brains? It had clearly cultivated itself into a dragon spirit! But two Second True Bodies had died. In the short term, Xu Xiaoshou truly could not create another brand-new one.
Seeing the Demon Emperor Black Dragon finish happily letting off steam and prepare to sink back into the fissure, Xu Xiaoshou could no longer remain seated.
"Wait!"
That incomparably familiar voice rang out for the second time.
This cry halted the Demon Emperor Black Dragon, snapped Rao Yaoyao out of her thoughts, stunned Yan Wuse senseless, and left every spectator before the Thousand-Mile Mirror Transmission Technique dumbfounded.
Everyone looked over and saw a distant back beneath the black clouds pressing down upon the city.
That figure's left hand hung at his side, hidden within his sleeve. His right hand stretched out and caught the famed sword Yanmang as it flew over in response.
The wild winds of the Fallen Abyss tore at his robes with a hunting howl, blurring everyone's vision.
Yet when he raised his head and looked back, that sharply contoured face, threaded with ruthless severity, shocked everyone on