Huang Xiaolong heard this, and with a wicked smile, said, "I hope you get the chance."
A while later, Jiang Tian, Huang Zhouping, and others left through the air.
Looking at the ruins of Ten Thousand Dragon Peak, Huang Xiaolong's face turned somber once again.
Tomorrow!
Huang Xiaolong watched the departing figure of Huang Zhouping, his eyes filled with bloodlust. After Jiang Tian, Huang Zhouping, and others had completely gone far and disappeared, Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged high in the sky of Ten Thousand Dragon Peak, closed his eyes, and waited for tomorrow to come.
As for the already ruined Ten Thousand Dragon Peak, Huang Xiaolong didn't bother to clean it up. Everything would be dealt with after the Holy Platform battle tomorrow.
After all, by then, there would be people to help rebuild Ten Thousand Dragon Peak for him!
The sky gradually darkened.
The night was enchanting, with the silver moon hanging high.
Huang Xiaolong sat cross-legged in the sky, like a statue.
