After taking care of the Fire Dragon Clan's ancestor, Hei Wuchang's cold gaze fell on the surrounding forces. He saw them encircle Zha Muzhen, launching all sorts of terrifying attacks at him. Despite being temporarily at a disadvantage, Zha Muzhen handled it with ease and didn't suffer any substantial suppression.
On the contrary, as time passed, under Zha Muzhen's assault, the forces of the Fire Dragon Clan gradually began to falter.
Whoosh!
Zhang Xiaohao's figure flickered, appearing beside Hei Wuchang.
"Are you training him?" Zhang Xiaohao remarked playfully.
"Hmm!" Hei Wuchang nodded.
"Now's not the time. Go and deal with them now! When the time is right, there will be plenty of opportunities for him to train," Zhang Xiaohao instructed.
"I understand," Hei Wuchang replied.
With a sudden shift, he appeared like lightning among the Fire Dragon Clan's forces. In their terrified gazes, he swiftly clasped his hands, and countless huge silver-white wind blades slashed at them.
