"Senior Xinghuo, please avenge our master, Venerable Binding Dragon!" When Palace Master Xinghuo led his forces to the East Sea Dragon Tomb, the only two surviving disciples of Venerable Binding Dragon tearfully pleaded with him.
"How did your master fall? Tell me everything in detail. Only the two of you are left among his disciples?" Palace Master Xinghuo asked in shock. Among the three Golden Immortal-level experts on this expedition, Venerable Binding Dragon was the weakest, but he was only slightly inferior to Xinghuo.
Palace Master Xinghuo had sparred with Venerable Binding Dragon several times before. Defeating him would not have been difficult, but killing him would have been exceedingly hard. Xinghuo himself would have had to pay a tremendous price.
"At the time, the Necro Dragon Race had the advantage of favorable terrain. Although the Nine Capitals Dragon King used necro-dragon energy to suppress the immortal army and our master, after our master activated the Realm-Piercing Immortal Talisman and invited Senior Dragon-Slaying Immortal Venerable to help, grievously wounding him, the Nine Capitals Dragon King was ultimately slain by our master."
"Who could have expected another dragon expert to appear afterward? He was most likely not from the Necro Dragon Race. According to our master's words at the time, it seemed that the other party had only just advanced to the Golden Immortal level. We never saw him reveal himself from beginning to end. Only several enormous phantom dragon claws came sweeping across the void. Our master barely managed to withstand them for a while before being beaten until both body and soul were annihilated."
One of Venerable Binding Dragon's disciples, Ren Baili, wore a grief-stricken expression. Apart from his master's death, only one of his fellow senior and junior disciples remained; several others had all perished. The foundation he