"If they had already perished amid the chaos, then that was their fate. There was no one to blame. Countless immortal soldiers had fallen in this Cloud-Sand Puppet upheaval. What did the deaths of a few dragons matter?" Lu Xiaotian said. Even he had narrowly escaped death, let alone those few dragons from the Dark Crystal Clan. Whether they had survived truly came down to luck.
Du Xin nodded, inwardly thinking that the Heavenly Court had indeed been rather harsh toward the dragon race. In terms of cultivation and ability alone, Ying Feng here was stronger than countless human Celestial Immortals. If he had been put to good use—during this battle against the Cloud-Sand Puppet army, for instance—Lu Xiaotian might have been able to put his abilities to work, and perhaps so many immortal soldiers would not have died. The Heavenly Court judged by race alone, without regard for character or ability. In that regard, it had gone too far, at least in Du Xin's eyes.
At that moment, Lu Xiaotian did not want to let Yu Jing and the others delay his journey to the South Sea Dragon Palace. There was also another lingering concern in his heart. He did not know whether the Seven Star Guards had survived. They had seen him transform into a Huaye. Perhaps they still found something suspicious about him; even if they did not suspect his identity, they would surely consider him a major threat.
However, judging by the immortal soldiers before him, there had been no unusual movements for now. Perhaps the Star Sword formed by the Seven Star Guards had perished in that chaotic torrent of rocks. Otherwise, if they had wanted to capture him, they would have sent someone already.
Whatever the case, the right thing to do now was