Huh——
The cold wind howled past, blowing away the dust. Lying in the ruins, the Dragon Emperor was covered in wounds, as if bathed in blood, looking extremely miserable, as if he could die at any moment.
Wang Ci hovered high in the sky, looking down at him and sneered, "Who would have thought that the renowned Dragon Emperor would meet such an end."
The Dragon Emperor had entered the Central Wilderness with such grace and splendor, but alas, he kicked against the iron plate that was the Nether King Palace.
In fact, Wang Ci had admired him, but an enemy was ultimately an enemy; how could he establish authority without being ruthless?
So the Dragon Emperor must die tragically; Wang Ci wanted to trample him in front of countless people, to warn the whole world that being an enemy of the Nether King Palace had no good outcome!
With that thought, Wang Ci's right hand reached down and sucked in the air, directly pulling up the Dragon Emperor.
