"Shun Dongxiao?" After speaking with the black-robed dragon-man, Lu Xiaotian had learned of this figure. He also sensed that the situation might be even worse than he had imagined. In his early years, Shun Dongxiao had belonged to the same tribe as Wen Yan, and he had been an exceptionally talented dragon.
But Shun Dongxiao was more volatile than other dragons, and the Ten Directions Blood Purgatory Emperor Dragon Art he cultivated made his temperament even more domineering, almost to the point of believing himself the only one who mattered. In his early years, he and that old monster Wen Kaishan had been the twin pillars of their tribe. Later, the two of them had ventured into the Black Snow Lake area together, where they were attacked by a large force of headless white corpses and members of the Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin beast clan. Both Wen Kaishan and Shun Dongxiao were injured and forced to flee separately. When the tribe sent people to rescue them, they followed the traces the two had left behind and chose to save Wen Kaishan first.
After rescuing Wen Kaishan, reinforcements from the headless white corpses and the Wind-Thunder Winged Qilin beasts arrived one after another. Faced with the situation, Wen Kaishan's people took him and left. Shun Dongxiao consequently suffered for many years. His parents left the tribe to search for him, only to be ambushed by monsters and killed. Already volatile by nature, Shun Dongxiao came to hate the tribe.
But Shun Dongxiao knew that he alone was no match for the entire tribe. In his early years, he had tried to take revenge, ambushing and killing several of his fellow tribesmen. The tribe then sent out a squad of dragons to hunt him down in force. He was gravely wounded, and only