Blaze strode out, open flames dancing through his crimson hair as waves of heat surged around him. Sparks still spilled from his Flame-Pattern Battle Garb. He had just rushed over from the southern front, and after a fight, he was brimming with energy, his brows and eyes filled with wild arrogance.
"Illusion, you brat, if you'd told me earlier there was a fight to be had here, I wouldn't have gone to keep watch over the construction of that Star Dragon Tower! Staring at a pile of rocks every day was boring me to death."
Toxic Ferocity dusted himself off, his expression somewhat displeased. "Blaze, could you tone it down a little? You blew up a mountain the moment you arrived. Showing off how strong your fire is?"
Ju Kuang frowned as well. A storm swirled around him, scattering the heat wave that rushed toward them.
Blaze swept his gaze over the three of them, his smile carrying the arrogance of an old senior.
Back under Black Death Dragon, they had been known as the Six Great Black Hands, supposedly equals. Yet he alone had fought his way out of the ancient Dark War. If the invasion had succeeded back then, he would already have stood shoulder to shoulder with the Ultimate Dragon Fighting King. Perhaps Black Death Dragon might not even have become the ruler of Dark Elephant Origin.
In his eyes, these juniors were still far too green.
"What? You won two battles and now you think you're something?" Blaze crossed his arms, his golden flame-like pupils sweeping over the three. "You dealt with a few little brats who weren't even Limit Douluo, and you've got the nerve to be proud of yourselves?"
Toxic Ferocity curled his lip but did not dare to retort directly. He was unconvinced,