The expression on the tree-turned-man darkened as the Galactic Dusk Sect Lord spoke. His stare at the latter also grew more piercing.
The Galactic Dusk Sect Lord narrowed his eyes, and his smile widened. He seemed confident of his victory.
"I know Duan Muque and his methods. He likes his backup plans. The first is the mysterious way he's exerted his control over you. As for the second, I can vaguely guess it as well…"
"It must be… the Night Immortal King!" The Galactic Dusk Sect Lord burst out into laughter. He raised his right hand suddenly. Within his palm was a ball of mist!
It was a rainbow-colored mist. As soon as it appeared, it transformed into seven differently-colored dragon heads. They looked almost like the real thing. They roared endlessly as they surged outwards.
