"Black Dragon Envoy... Are you truly determined to betray our Lord?"
Yu Xuanwei, holding her daughter tightly, demanded with a stern voice.
"What if I am?"
The Black Dragon Envoy sneered, "The Azure Dragon Boss hasn't been seen for a decade, he may already be dead... If you submit to me willingly, we can still negotiate. Otherwise..."
He waved his hand, and the Black Dragon Crowd drew their weapons.
The air in the dilapidated temple seemed to stagnate, and the warriors wished they could turn into a piece of paper, sticking to the wall and not coming down.
Sounds of fighting and chaos ensued.
It was not the White Dragon Envoy, but the Black Dragon Crowd, who seemed to have started fighting each other.
Amid the chaos, the Black Dragon Envoy cried out angrily, "What are you doing?"
"We're just following orders from Summit."
A member of the Black Dragon Crowd answered calmly after killing a colleague.
"Orders from above? Who gave them?"
