"Imperial Pass is destined to fall, and it will fall today!" Outside, a Supreme spoke, his cold words seeming to rise from the depths of Jiuyou.
Something was wrong. He sounded so certain that he must have something powerful to rely on. Were they really about to attack Imperial Pass? Everyone's heart trembled.
Then someone on the wall spoke. It was Wang Er of the Wang Family, the second of its Nine Dragons. Facing Shi Hao, he asked, "I want to know how you got back. The prisons of the Foreign Realm make iron walls look flimsy. How did you escape?"
"What are you getting at, Wang Er?" Xuantian glanced at him, his tone flat. If Wang Er weren't still needed to do his part, Xuantian would have killed him long ago.
"Nothing. I'm curious, and I don't want you bringing disaster down on Imperial Pass," said the Wang Family's second dragon.
Some fell silent. Even those who sympathized with Shi Hao could not understand how he had escaped alive. The Foreign Realm had Immortals, after all.
"Hmph. He's my brother, and I trust him. If he ever betrays the Nine Heavens, you won't need to act. I'll take him down myself and hand him over to you.
"But with the enemy at our gates, anyone who dares undermine morale will answer to me. I don't care if your father comes either. I'll kill him just the same."
"You..." Wang Er's face turned livid. But his father had indeed lost to this monster, so he could only swallow his anger.
"An era is ending. What began through fate will part through fate," an elder sighed, giving voice to the unease in many hearts.
"I saw the sky split. I saw blood and fire. But why did I also see such