Who Has the Dragon Abyss Sword?

Bai Nianchou's gaze on Sang Ying instantly turned icy, and he forcibly suppressed even the slight sense of familiarity he felt.

Sensing the change in his emotions, Sang Ying immediately explained, "We're not trying to harm the Dragon Race. We've just brought something important, and we must entrust it to the right person."

"On the contrary, it's them!" Sang Ying pointed back at the group of patrolling soldiers surrounding them, "They stopped us, refused to report the matter, and were determined to get us to hand over the items. Now that they're in front of you, they're directly accusing us of wanting to harm the Dragon Race. If we really had such intentions, they would have been killed by Jiang Zhuoxue long ago. Would they still have the chance to catch up and slander us?"

Sang Ying originally had no ill feelings towards these people, but they kept obstructing her and now they were even throwing mud at her.

If the young man in front of me had a fiery temper, and actually believed what he heard, could I, a Spirit Transformation cultivator, withstand his attacks?

Hearing that Sang Ying seemed to be trying to shift the blame onto him, the team leader immediately became anxious. "Don't talk nonsense, it's you who refuse to abide by the rules of the Dragon Race!"

"What kind of rules do you Dragon Race have? You don't even offer to entertain your guests, but instead turn on them with weapons the moment you meet. Non-Self weren't entrusted with a task, I would have left the moment you drew your weapons against me." At this moment, Sang Ying's anger was completely ignited.

She knew there were class distinctions in this world, and she was prepared not to be treated kindly by the Dragon Race, but Sang Ying had never seen anything like this before, where they wouldn't even let her speak and directly labeled her.

The leader became even angrier upon hearing this. "What right do you, a Human Race who mingles with Devil Dragon, have to be a guest of my Dragon Race?"

Sang Ying ignored him and turned to look at Bai Nianchou: "May I ask if you also think this way, senior? If the Dragon Race really holds this attitude, then I will immediately go to the Lower Realm with Jiang Zhuoxue and never set foot on your clan's territory again in this lifetime!"

Bai Nianchou looked at this unfamiliar face, and for some reason, despite wanting to put on a serious expression, he just couldn't manage it.

He turned his head away from Sang Ying's eyes, the prophecy he had seen earlier flashing through his mind.

He said, "The Dragon Race welcomes all guests who are kind to us. Since you're here as guests, please follow me."

This is really not a place to talk. If these two really came for what they're after, then Bai Nianchou needs to protect them even more.

The team leader panicked upon seeing this. "Young Master Bai, where are you taking them? That's Devil Dragon..."

"So what if he's Devil Dragon? Did he harm the Dragon Race? On the contrary, it was the Devil Dragon you speak of that prevented a calamity back then. If you don't know these old stories, you should go back and ask your elders, understand the history of my Dragon Race, and then become your leader!" Bai Nianchou glanced at the Azure Dragon Clan's insignia on the other person's collar and understood to some extent where this person's inexplicable arrogance came from.

The team leader blushed at his words, but it was from anger, not embarrassment.

Because Bai Nianchou's words clearly implied that he wanted to remove him from his position as team leader!

That won't do!

"Young Master Bai, I am the team leader personally appointed by our young master!" the team leader hurriedly reminded him before Bai Nianchou left.

Upon hearing this, Bai Nianchou didn't even turn his head. "Then congratulations, you will become the first team leader personally dismissed by my Young Master Bai."

The team leader's face turned from red to white in an instant. The fact that the other party dared to say such things in front of so many people meant that he was definitely going to lose his job.

Bai Nianchou led the two of them to his tent. Before they entered, he ordered his guards to surround the entire tent and not allow anyone to enter.

After Sang Ying and the others were seated in their tent, Bai Nianchou got straight to the point. "Tell me, whose hands does the Dragon Abyss Sword belong to?"

Sang Ying and Jiang Zhuoxue exchanged a glance, unsure whether they should tell the young man the truth.

Knowing Sang Ying's concerns, Jiang Zhuoxue took the initiative to confront Bai Nianchou: "How did you know we had the Dragon Abyss Sword? Is this what you came for?"

"Twenty years ago, I visited a Golden Immortal renowned in the Upper Realm for his divination skills. He told me that the Dragon Abyss Sword would return to our Dragon Race with your arrival." Bai Nianchou said impatiently, "Give me the sword quickly. The Gods and Devils Battlefield has undergone another change, and I need it."

Sang Ying: "The sword isn't with Jiang Zhuoxue; it's with me."

Bai Nianchou was taken aback, his gaze sweeping between the two for a moment.

He seemed somewhat surprised that something belonging to the Dragon Race was not in Dragon Race hands.

"Your name is Jiang Zhuoxue now?" Bai Nianchou asked, looking at Jiang Zhuoxue. "A good name."

Bai Nianchou vaguely remembered that before the Devil Dragon's identity was exposed, he had played with him for a while.

At that time, he told himself that he had always hoped to have a name of his own. But unfortunately, as a tool created to destroy the Dragon Race, he was not worthy of having a name.

His father did not give him a name, and his mother did not care about his feelings. Even after he was exiled and banished to the Upper Realm, the Dragon Race only called him the Devil Dragon.

So now, has he found someone who truly accepts him?

Bai Nianchou secretly raised an eyebrow, but didn't voice his thoughts aloud. He simply looked at Sang Ying and said, "In that case, give me the sword."

"I heard you're the young master of the White Dragon Tribe? With that title, I can give you the Dragon Abyss Sword, but I need to see the old patriarch of the White Dragon Tribe first," Sang Ying stated her request.

Bai Nianchou was even more puzzled. "How do you know about the old patriarch's existence? You're a Human Race, why do you seem to know so much about our Dragon Race? Did the Devil Dragon tell you?"

"His name is Jiang Zhuoxue," Sang Ying reminded him with an unfriendly expression. "This wasn't something he told me; it was the person who sent me to return the Dragon Abyss Sword who told me."

Bai Nianchou's pupils twitched; he seemed to realize something from Sang Ying's words.

The Dragon Abyss Sword disappeared along with Bai Qinglong, so the fact that this Human Race could obtain the Dragon Abyss Sword means... Bai Nianchou took a deep breath.

He dared not think any further, and simply said "Wait a moment," before silently stepping aside to contact the old clan chief.

Meanwhile, the patrol team that failed to intercept anyone returned to Qing Shou's camp in time.

As soon as Qing Shou entered, he saw them kneeling on the ground with sorrowful faces, and the leader of the group didn't even dare to look up at him.

After looking around and not seeing Jiang Zhuoxue, Qing Shou immediately realized that his men had failed. "Did Bai Nianchou take her away?"

The team leader then stepped forward and replied, "Yes, young master. Bai Nianchou suddenly appeared, didn't believe us at all, and took the person away directly. Moreover, he also dismissed his subordinates from their positions as team leaders."

"Didn't you tell him that I personally appointed you to this position?" Qing Shou frowned.

The team leader's tone instantly became even more pitiful. "I told him, but Bai Nianchou didn't care at all, and was even very disrespectful to you, young master."

Bang!

The teacup beside him was violently swept away by Qing Shou, his face more gloomy than ever before. "Bai Nianchou, Bai Nianchou! Why did the Dragon Abyss Sword, which was lost by your White Dragon Tribe, end up in your hands?!"

His face contorted slightly, as if he were furious to the extreme.

"Come on! Let's go to the White Dragon Tribe's camp. I want to see what gives him the right to dismiss the leader I appointed!"