Nameless?
Chen Feng stared at the old man, his expression gradually turning solemn.
This elder, in Dragon Country, and even in the world, was certainly not someone without a name.
"Elder Nameless, what brings you to hide here?"
Chen Feng stared at Nameless.
Nameless stopped ten meters away from Chen Feng and said, "With your wisdom, you should be able to guess some of it."
"I want to hear you say it," Chen Feng said.
He naturally could guess some of it; Nameless being here was definitely related to the Emperor.
Nameless brushed his beard and then said indifferently, "Today, if you hadn't managed to send the Dragon Army back, then you and I would have had a battle, a fight to the death."
"I see."
Chen Feng nodded.
"Fortunately, fortunately."
Nameless smiled.
"But, even though the Dragon Army has returned, you and I will still have a battle, a battle only to determine the superior."
Chen Feng suddenly drew his sword.
