The Black Dragon Clan's bigwigs wore cold expressions. One of them said, "What, you're even trying to threaten my Black Dragon Clan?"
Hua Xia said, "True. With the Black Dragon Clan's thick skin, even if I blocked the way here, it wouldn't make a difference to shameless people like you."
One of the bigwigs sneered. "Good. At least you know that."
As soon as the words left his mouth, he realized he'd misspoken. His smile vanished, and he hurriedly tried to make up for it. "My Black Dragon Clan has a deep foundation. We simply don't want to stoop to quarrel with a junior like you. Don't tell me you really think my Black Dragon Clan has no way to deal with you?"
Hua Xia nodded. "I'm just a lowly War Emperor. With the Black Dragon Clan's strength, you could indeed kill me with ease. But it's a pity that, when it comes to strength, the people backing me don't seem to be lacking either."
A Black Dragon Clan bigwig said, "Have you forgotten where you are? No matter how strong the people behind you are, the High-Level Heavenly Vault is a den of dragons and tigers to them!"
Another Black Dragon Clan bigwig shouted sternly, "Get lost at once. Don't force us to use harsher measures."
"You may have managed to save Tiangang this time, but you can't keep crowing forever. One day, you'll vanish from this world for good!"
"Even if living beings in this world speak your true names and their thoughts touch you, as long as the Black Dragon Clan and the High-Level Heavenly Vault remain, you'll never have a chance to revive!"
Hearing this, the living beings of the myriad realms finally understood just how extraordinary the Black Hand Organization was.
From the Black Dragon