Lu Yuan, seated upon the throne, looked exceptionally refined. His black eyes resembled the night sky, and a faint smile rested on his face, making him seem like an easygoing middle-aged man.
Yet upon closer inspection, one could discern the trace of coldness hidden deep within Lu Yuan's eyes.
As the Ancient Heavenly Emperor's mount in those days, the fact that he had survived until now naturally meant that he was meticulous and calculating. Otherwise, he would have perished long ago in the battle that destroyed the Ancient Heavenly Palace.
Of course, that was merely an excuse he gave himself. No one knew that he had once been the Ancient Heavenly Emperor's Blood Flood Dragon mount—aside from Mandala.
Mandala had also survived that battle of destruction, just like him. Only she knew the secrets of his past, so he had to kill her!
Whoosh!
A tearing sound rang out as a wisp of black energy suddenly shot out from his body. The black energy gradually expanded before him, then transformed into a black shadow that appeared before Lu Yuan.
Lu Yuan was not surprised in the slightest, because this fellow had always been hiding within his body—or rather, within his heart.
"It seems my dear Sacred Demon Palace Master has begun to fall as well!" The black shadow let out a shrill, piercing laugh.
The laughter echoed through the great hall, making Lu Yuan frown deeply. He raised his eyes toward the black shadow and said, "Aren't you afraid someone will discover your existence?"
The black shadow continued laughing. "You aren't afraid, so why should I be? Besides, this is your Sacred Demon Palace. Could anyone possibly report to others right under your nose that you have already joined forces with a Demon Emperor of the Outer Domain Evil Clan?"