Volume One, Chapter Eight
The dragon avatar ignored the many experts outside, transforming into a streak of light and flying off in one direction before vanishing from sight.
Ximen Fenghua said, "I never expected that boy to have hidden himself so deeply. He's even the young lord of the Ancient Dragon Clan."
Ximen Luoli looked at Zhao Fu and said, "My judgment was even worse. I didn't see anything at all. Before this, I thought he was an ordinary person, and in the end, I trusted him so completely."
Ximen Nightingale said seriously, "This fellow has always been shrouded in mystery. Who knows how many things he has hidden from us? Perhaps now is the time to get our answers."
Ximen Mei said with a smile, "Actually, the stronger he is, the more beneficial it is to our Western Alliance. I can already imagine the wonderful and happy life ahead."
Ximen Nuo said seriously, "At that time, it will not be us controlling him, but him controlling us."
Ximen Yan said calmly, "Aren't we already under his control? There's no use talking about being controlled in the future. We might as well think more about how much benefit we can gain from this."
Ximen Shanxi said softly, "I don't have any grand ambitions. I only want a peaceful life."
Clang! Clang! Clang!
Three enormous sword cries rang out as three streams of sword intent shot from Zhao Fu's body. One was a blood-red sword light, radiating frenzied, distorted killing intent; one was a gray sword light, giving off an aura of extreme evil; and one was a multicolored sword intent, emanating an aura that embraced ten thousand swords.
As the three streams of sword intent shot forth, the surrounding air grew heavy, as though endless killing intent lay concealed within