Chương 779: The Young Demon Lord, the Truth Behind the Mist

The young array master spoke of His Holiness the Pope, but without the slightest tone of respect, rather taunting and jeering.

Whether he was enemy or friend, the existence of this sort of innate tone of voice meant that this young array master's true identity was assuredly quite extraordinary.

Earlier when Chen Changsheng was prepared to leave, he had attempted to send this person into the Garden of Zhou to safeguard their life. In the end, he had been attacked by an extremely faint true essence which shook his Ethereal Palace and disturbed his Yeshi Step. Not only had he failed to send the array master into the Garden of Zhou, he had been placed into enormous danger and had almost died at Nanke's hands.

Now, it was obvious that this had been the array master's work.

Chen Changsheng looked at the black dagger in the array master's hand and felt somewhat cold.

This black dagger probably shared the same origin as the Stainless Sword, both forged from the whisker of a true dragon.