As Jian Wuyi and the others approached, they jumped from their swords, and nimbly held the swords in their hands. Before them was an angry Xuanyuan Dao dressed in dragon robes, his three eyes filled with rage, chin and beard quivering. 

However, he suppressed all his emotions. In this desperate moment, anger would make him lose his reason and ruin everything. Jian Wuyi and the others swept their gazes across the Kilostar Photondragon. 

“The imperial son actually gave you this divine artifact? Aren’t you two close!” Jian Wuyi’s smile contained sarcasm. 

“He’s one of us, yet you’ve abandoned your ancestors. Jian Wuyi, you’re not worthy of the Draconis House of Jian.” Xuanyuan Dao slowly stretched out his hand, wrapping his thick palm around the Photondragon."There’s no point in saying all this now. How meaningless." 

Pointing outside, Jian Wuyi said, "So Fang Taiqing escaped with the Sterling House of Fang. Congratulations, you’ve become the only sect master of Archaion. If you don’t take command of the sect’s army, you’ll all be dead." 

“Leave and allow you to enter Xuanyuan Lake?" Xuanyuan...