Lu Yao began hallucinating just like Li Xiao had.
But as they fought, she realized something was wrong. Why had the Warden not fallen? Why was he not fighting back?
With that question in mind, Lu Yao slowly raised her head—and froze.
A face covered in black scales looked down at her. There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in those golden vertical pupils, only coldness and brutality.
Even though the Warden's body was already horribly mangled, with even his neck snapped, he remained standing tall.
"Why are you so weak?" He was clearly looking at Lu Yao as he spoke, yet it sounded as though he were speaking to someone else.
"You..." A chill surged through Lu Yao's heart, and she instantly retreated.
The next moment, the Warden's gruesome wounds healed at a visible rate. A new black-scaled right arm grew back, while the savagery in his eyes intensified, his expression turning increasingly ferocious.
"Why are you so weak?!" He threw back his head and roared, "Godfather, you actually abandoned me for such a weak Dragon! Why?!"
The Warden's rage surged to the heavens. If Yinglong had been strong enough to be unbeatable, then it would have been understandable for his godfather to abandon him.
At least then, his godfather would not have abandoned him out of disgust, but because of strength.
Strength and affection were two different things.
But now, Yinglong was so weak, yet he had still been abandoned. Did that not mean his godfather's abandonment had nothing to do with strength and was entirely because he despised him?
It was like a family with two sons. The eldest was outstanding but could never earn his father's approval, while the younger was worthless yet showered with affection.
If the situation had been reversed, the eldest son could