"Kill them all! No mercy!"
Zhao Wushuang's voice was grim, his eyes dark.
A large saber materialized behind him, circling by his side and pulsing with a sharp, blade-like light, like a bloodthirsty beast.
Zhang Weilong was beside him, mounted on a Desolate Beast.
He gripped a pair of incomparably sharp battle halberds, engraved with coiling dragons and crouching tigers, that radiated an aura sharp enough to pierce any defense.
Zhang Weilong fixed Feng Xue Xin and Young Master Yeban with a cold, sinister glare of his own.
The last time, in the battle at sea near the Xiahuang Ancient Kingdom, things had not gone his way.
Despite being a mighty Unparalleled True Dragon, Zhang Weilong had been fought to a standstill by the then-unknown Hong Yu. This had sent Hong Yu's fame skyrocketing, effectively using Zhang Weilong as a stepping stone.
It was an absolutely unforgivable humiliation.
