The black-robed youth did not turn around, instead transmitting his voice to Huo Yuhao through divine sense:
"When the time is right, you will know!"
"You only need to know that I am not your enemy!"
Huo Yuhao frowned slightly.
He truly sensed no hostility from this youth.
However, having experienced too much scheming along the way, he still maintained his vigilance and quietly gathered his strength.
The black-robed youth wielded a silver-white longsword, his right eye sweeping over the Tang Clan group as he said coldly:
"You are not people of this spacetime!"
"I will give you one last chance: return to your original spacetime."
"Otherwise, do not blame me for starting a massacre!"
Hearing this threat, Lan Xuanyu's temples throbbed with bulging veins.
"Just what kind of thing do you think you are?"
"How dare you give us orders here?"
Moments ago, he had failed repeatedly before Huo Yuhao and this black-robed youth, infuriating this self-proclaimed invincible little Dragon God.
Ever since awakening his bloodline and reaching the peak, how long had it been since he suffered such a setback?
No!
I must grind him to powder and reclaim this face!
Seeing that Lan Xuanyu was about to strike, the black-robed youth reversed his grip on his longsword and pointed the tip at him.
"Since that is the case, let's start with you!"
Lan Xuanyu sneered:
"It's useless!"
"After my Dragon God Chant was cast, you had long since fallen into—"
Snap!
Before he could finish speaking, a wind blade tore through the void, slashing into his chest and leaving behind a bloody gash.
"How is this possible?"
Lan Xuanyu was greatly shocked.
He saw that the black-robed youth's previously closed left eye was now open.
That left eye was a pale azure color, rendering the boundary between