"Enough nonsense. State your purpose for coming here!" Zhou Fan couldn't be bothered to waste words with Cyan Dragon. It would be utterly ridiculous if Cyan Dragon didn't know who killed those two Elders.
"My purpose? It's simple. I'm here to take one of your arms as revenge for Vermilion Bird!" Cyan Dragon offered a slight smile, but a profound killing intent was hidden beneath it.
"Draw your sword. Otherwise, taking my arm will be rather difficult," Zhou Fan said, unfazed. Given the relationship between Cyan Dragon and Vermilion Bird, it wasn't hard to guess he was here for revenge.
"In that case, I'll see for myself just how you managed to sever Vermilion Bird's arm!" Cyan Dragon roared. With a single step, he crossed five or six meters. A longsword shimmering with cyan light appeared in his hand. Like frost itself, it carried a chill that could freeze the soul as he thrust it toward Zhou Fan!
