The apparition was that of a young man, standing one meter eighty tall, with a noble bearing and a majestic aura as if he was a born king, exuding an arrogance that seemed ingrained in his very bones.
"Saint Heir!" Hate Gelei burst with joy as if he had seen his savior.
Wang Ting glanced at Hate Gelei and then fixed his gaze on Xiao Chen, sizing him up meticulously.
He had heard the name of the Dragon Emperor countless times before, but today marked his first encounter.
"The Dark Saint Heir?" Xiao Chen looked up at Wang Ting.
"Dragon Emperor, I have long admired you," Wang Ting said with an indifferent tone, "Could I ask you a favor and spare these two persons?"
Xiao Chen gave no clear response but said, "Your Dark Church is quite ambitious with an abundance of talent, do you really care about these two fools?"
