"Black Dragon Envoy... have you truly made up your mind to betray the Sovereign?"
Yu Xuanwei held her daughter close and demanded sternly.
"So what if I have?"
The Black Dragon Envoy sneered. "Boss Azure Dragon hasn't shown himself for ten years. For all we know, he's been dead for ages... Submit to me obediently, and everything can still be discussed. Otherwise..."
With a wave of his hand, the Black Dragon followers drew their weapons one after another.
The air inside the ruined temple seemed to freeze solid. The martial artists wished they could turn into sheets of paper and plaster themselves to the walls without coming down.
Then came the sounds of hacking, slaughter, and chaos.
They did not come from the White Dragon Envoy, but from the Black Dragon followers, who seemed to have begun slaughtering one another.
Amid it all came the Black Dragon Envoy's furious shout: "What are you doing?!"
"We are merely following orders from above."
One Black Dragon follower killed the companion beside him and answered calmly.
"Orders from above? Whose orders?"
The Black Dragon Envoy seemed to think of something, shouting with bluster to hide his fear.
Amid the howling cold wind, a hoarse, indifferent voice rang out:
"Mine!"
—Boss Azure Dragon!
The martial artists' bodies trembled. They had never expected that tonight, they would truly hear the voice of the legendary Boss Azure Dragon!
"Old bastard, you really aren't dead!" The Black Dragon Envoy drew a deep breath, the muscles all over his body swelling. "Twenty years ago, you cut a dashing figure and were a Force Transformation grandmaster... But I've reached Force Transformation too now. I'm not afraid of you!"
Though he claimed not to be afraid, the corner of his eye twitched ever so slightly.
After all, Boss Azure Dragon's