The dark-robed Dragon King seemed to sense Dragon King Wanlan's intentions. He immediately spoke in a low voice, his eyes warning him. "Do not stir up trouble on your own. We cannot afford to lose now."
Wanlan paid no heed to his words. Brimming with confidence, he said, "The Heavenly Venerables have shown no sign of themselves for ages. The Human Race's Three Sects dare not go too far. They fear that pushing us too hard will awaken the Dragon Ancestor... heh."
He paused, then sneered. "Yuanting, you are too cowardly. The Human Race is fighting amongst itself, and Great Evolution has delivered an opportunity right into our hands. How could we let it slip?"
Seeing his optimism, Dragon King Yuanting's gaze darkened. He was about to ask their other companion to talk some sense into him, only to find a measure of agreement on that companion's face as well.
...Could I really be too timid?
Uncertainty crept into his eyes. Just as he was about to speak again, his gaze abruptly sharpened, turning toward the Present World below. There, in the path of the great river, a young man in black robes had stepped forward to bar its way.
Black and white sword light flashed, instantly sending countless dragon sons and flood-dragon grandsons to their deaths.
And that man was precisely the Youxuan they sought... or rather, his Remnant Husk.
Wanlan spotted Chu Mo as well. He smiled cruelly. "Excellent. Before I could even go looking for him, he came here all alone. It seems this new Sect Master's standing is even worse than Xuanming's. Could he be another unlucky fool ensnared by Upper Mound?"
Yuanting knitted his brows and said gravely, "Wanlan, the Human Race has always been full of schemes. Do not be careless. This man has