In the backseat of the car, after the elder spoke, his tiger-like eyes stared out the window, falling into deep thought.
It was as if he had returned to that night twenty-five years ago!
The emaciated figure, holding an infant, knelt in the storm, yet the Eight Dragon Kings of the Dragon Soul bowed their heads in shame, not daring to look directly at the mother and child in the rain!
In despair, the frail figure clutched the child tightly, looked up to the sky with a wretched smile, drew his sword, and slit his throat, collapsing in the rain!
And he, was indeed one of the Dragon Kings back then!
He watched with open eyes as the frail figure fell, yet he dared not strike against that figure in the rain, who seemed as formidable as a Demon God!
From that moment on, there were no longer nine kings of Dragon Soul, but eight who held power!
Boom...
The clear sky was suddenly split by a bolt of thunder!
In an instant, the rain poured down!
