Ground Swan City East Emperor Palace Branch.
Sigh!
A faint sigh fell from the depths of the dim Great Hall, where a flash of Heavenly Divine Light briefly appeared and then faded away into loneliness.
Sitting cross-legged on the stone bed was Xiao Chen, whose eyes appeared as deep as ancient pools, making it impossible for anyone to fathom the ripples within his soul.
The Hundred Clans' Dark Castle, destroyed far in the depths of the starry sky, he naturally understood it was the work of Emperor Teacher Lian Shanmo; perhaps this was his way of washing away his disrespect towards the road of the Human Emperor with blood.
And the self-sacrificing Zi Fei Yu, the human race indeed had loyal and righteous warriors, but unfortunately, they followed two Sacred Sons filled with greed, unable to distinguish right from wrong.