The bone dragon, devoid of its controller, collapsed to the ground, and the branch stuck in its skull was pulled out.
Bo Wen secured the Divine Fire and, looking at the kneeling Cloud Divine Envoy, roared, "You despicable cur!"
"Have you forgotten all the teachings of our tutor? Do you understand how many people will die if you take away the Divine Fire?"
The two of them shared the same tutor, and even though they were at odds, they were still fellow disciples.
"Hmph!"
The Cloud Divine Envoy coldly snorted in response, "Of course, I know. I also know that the Divine Fire will eventually die out, and people... will die all the same!"
"We can get a good price for the Divine Fire before it goes out. Anyway, when the Divine Fire is extinguished, people will die too—just not the same ones."
"You..." Trembling with rage, Bo Wen's old injury flared up, and he suddenly spat out blood.
"Tutor!"
Makin approached with a worried expression, intending to support him.
"Get away!"
