As Azrael was being blasted away, another figure flew out of the Blood Shadow Sect's main altar, just in time to witness this tragic scene.
"Azrael... Damn it, Dragon Emperor, you've gone too far!"
The newcomer was full of raging fury, seemingly wishing he could tear Xiao Chen to pieces.
But knowing well Xiao Chen's strength, he dared not recklessly approach, afraid of meeting the same fate as Azrael.
"So you are the creator of the Blood Clan, Xue Tu?" Xiao Chen looked at Xue Tu and spoke indifferently, "I had a feeling that there was someone behind Azrael, sure enough, you've been hiding quite well, haven't you?"
"Dragon Emperor, don't be arrogant, this is not Earth; this is the Cultivation World!" Xue Tu said coldly, "You cannot begin to imagine how many powerful beings there are in the Cultivation World!"
"Heh, if a piece of trash like you can become an Elder of a sect, how could I not know what the Cultivation World is like?" Xiao Chen responded with a sneer.
