The shadowy veil enveloping the two of them was torn apart from within, revealing their true forms.
One was a burly man clad in armor, over ten feet tall. His aura was steady and heavy, like a mountain.
The other was a feminine-looking man dressed in a scholar's robe, holding a folding fan. A faint, peaceful smile rested on his face, yet it sent an involuntary chill through one's body.
The moment the two revealed their true appearances, everyone could not help but be wary. Their terrifying auras spread wildly and uncontrollably even through the void, only gradually dispersing after colliding with the Heavenly Flame barriers Xiao Yan and Yao Wan had unconsciously erected.
Zi Yan's gaze sharpened. She could clearly tell that neither of them was weaker than her; at the very least, they were both Four-star Dou Sheng.
"Dou Sheng of the Tunling Clan... I thought it had merely been a suspicion, but they really do exist."
This was not her first encounter with such sinister creatures. Once she realized what they were, her fury toward the Three Great Dragon Kings grew even stronger. She cursed, "You actually dared to associate with the Tunling Clan. Have you truly decided you no longer wish to be living beings of the Dou Qi Continent?"
"The victor becomes king, and the loser is condemned. Whether our deeds are meritorious or sinful will naturally be written by the victors."
The West Dragon King spoke blandly.
"Don't waste words on these people, Zi Yan."
Yao Wan gently shook her head. "More remnants of the Tunling Clan. There seem to be quite a lot of them."
"Xiao Yan, pick one. I'll deal with the other."
"Water and fire are incompatible. Leave him to me!"
The moment Xiao Yan spoke, he locked onto the scholar