One stroke.

Two strokes, to be exact.

Shen Cong had cut down the White Dragon Envoy, and he was braced for more. If this crowd fought back, he meant to wipe out every one of them. But before Shen Cong could go on killing, someone shouted, "Now!" The people in the back rows drew their weapons. They didn't go for Shen Cong. They turned on the white-leather group up front and hit them from behind.

One side had planned it and the other never saw it coming. The white-leather group numbered only a few dozen. Even with three super-grade evolved individuals on their side, they couldn't stand up to the two hundred-odd attackers from the back. They were swallowed up in no time.

Shen Cong was already back on the roof of the Vajra Fortress, quietly watching them slaughter each other.

His face showed nothing.

"Scoundrels will be scoundrels. Always scheming, always killing their own. It's happened more times than anyone could list."

Ten minutes later, the fighting was over.

The people in white leather had been butchered to the last one. From the survivors, a burly middle-aged man stepped out, walked straight up to the Vajra Fortress, and dropped to one knee. "My lord, thank you for ridding us of the White Dragon King, that... that animal. We want you as our leader, my lord!"

The scoundrels were up to their tricks again.

Shen Cong just watched him coldly and said nothing.

Getting no answer, the middle-aged man had to force himself to keep going. "Two days ago we found the White Dragon King's body. We guessed right away that some great lord had struck the White Dragon King down. Last night all of us talked it over. If we found that lord, we would all go over to him."

He paused, then went on. "The White Dragon Envoy and his crowd were the White Dragon King's loyal lackeys. They'd lost every bit of their humanity. We never forgot the oath we swore back then: humans must never be slaves to an animal. We were working hard on a…