The Great Zhao Dynasty's Trump Card

"Brilliant move!!! A powerful technique, and no less impressive a sword! No wonder you made Longxuan, the mighty sect master of the Phantom Star Sect, suffer a setback. May I ask... your name?"

The praise came from deep within the clouds.

Even while praising Shen Miaoyin, the newcomer did not forget to take another jab at Xi Longxuan.

As the voice rang out, a tall, imposing figure slowly descended from the sky and appeared before everyone.

His ornate azure robe rippled like rolling waves. Embroidered across it was a black dragon, fierce and majestic.

The dragon bared its fangs and claws. Its lifelike head rested over his chest, like an overlord of the seas. Though it was only embroidery, its eyes seemed to look down on all beneath heaven. As the robe moved, it almost seemed to come alive.

On his head sat a glazed purple-gold crown that glittered brilliantly.

He had the face of a lion, thick brows, and large eyes that shone with a cold glint.

One look at his face was enough to know he was no ordinary man. He carried an air of authority even without anger, the lofty bearing of one accustomed to command.

"Is that... Zhao Mingyuan, the Dragon Lord of the Great Zhao Dynasty? What a terrifying aura!"

"Of course it is. He's a figure on par with our sect master! I never thought he'd actually come to the Phantom Star Sect!"

"From the look of things, trouble's coming!"

From within the mountain-protecting formation, the disciples watching at the sect gate gazed at the newcomer in the distance and immediately began whispering among themselves.

Even the disciples watching knew something was about to happen.

Xi Longxuan and Shen Miaoyin, standing at the scene, were no exception.

As they stared at Zhao Mingyuan,