“Let This Seat out!”

“I am a Sect Master of the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect—I am Xue Yan! You damned white dragons, This Seat will raze your houses and wipe out your whole clan!”

Shrill, furious roars echoed through the empty jade mountain.

The young man, hair wild and loose, pounded hard on the cell door. His handsome features were twisted and ugly and his bright yellow robe a complete mess, with nothing left of his usual upright, domineering air.

The master of a branch of Beihong's mighty Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect, a young prodigy all eyes were on, had suffered an unthinkable humiliation in Xihong!

Once he got out, he would report this to the Sect Master—no, to the immortal!

He would tell the immortal that the East Dragon Palace was in league with demonic evil and that its crimes were too many to count. It wasn't enough to crush those purple-whiskered white dragons. That young man in the ink-dark robe had to die with no place to be buried before the hatred in his heart could be eased!

Just then, ten-thousand-li rivers-and-mountains paintings large and small came drifting over the waters like scrolls.

A mighty aura instantly blanketed the waters around the jade mountain.

“Xue Yan's aura is right here.”

Surrounded by a crowd of disciples, four Sect Masters in all came down.

On Lü Xiao's decree they had come looking for the missing Sect Masters, only to find the West Dragon Palace already destroyed.

Luckily a spirit-treasure had guided them, and they had tracked him to the jade mountain.

“I knew something was off, but I never expected it to look like this.”

One of the Boundless Dao-Sovereign Sect's Sect Masters knit his brows. From what they knew of the dragon palaces of Xihong and Nanhong, those two wouldn't have dared, not with a hundred times the nerve, to bring out their dragon seals and help that old Zixuan bring a case against the immortal.

But they had never imagined either that the West Dragon Palace, after entrenching itself in Xihong all these years, could be wiped out without…