"People from Shadow City?" Dragon Serpent's face grew solemn. "You really came."
His attention was immediately drawn to the three people in front of him.
But he didn't notice the strange and faint fluctuation that disappeared in a flash beneath him, rapidly approaching the Wasteland.
"Many years ago, when I saw the Realm Master, he was still vigorous, brimming with True Yuan to an extreme extent, like an ocean, like an abyss. I didn't expect that in less than a millennium, the Realm Master's health would deteriorate. What a pity, what a shame," said the one with the flat voice among the three people.
"Deteriorate?" A flicker of disdain crossed Dragon Serpent's eyes. "Indeed, I have many concealed injuries, and my cultivation has greatly declined, becoming more and more powerless. But..."
In his hand, a black flame materialized, converging into a huge long knife.
"Even so, dealing with you is still effortless."
"Is this... the Divine Blade Black Sui?"
