The Four Kings gather

"Where is my wife?"

Xiao Luo scowled at Curisa. The energy swelled in Xiao Luo's body and his black hair was tossed about although there was no wind. Filled with murderous intent, he slowly unsheathed the Dragon Blade.

"Are you trying to insult our Holy Lord? A remnant of the Xiao clan has no right to meet her!" Curisa retorted.

"Alright, then I shall get rid of you!"

Xiao Luo said with a ruthless smile. A deadly beam shot out from the dazzling, blood-colored Dragon Blade. A crimson flame soared into the sky and the injured Light Clan members could feel a frigid wind coming from the blade.

Curisa's face paled and he became anxious. He stood in a ready stance, prepared to face the onslaught from his enemy. Bean-sized drops of sweat trickled down his forehead. The Xiao Luo at present was no longer the same ignorant and weak person from before. At present, he was not someone Curisa could walk all over. Certainly not someone he should underestimate.