The terrifying and savage aura suffocated Wuo Huai, his eyes full of panic as he kept retreating in fear.
"Mr. Xu?"
"Xu Yang, wake up for me."
Wuo Huai couldn't help but shout with all his might.
But Xu Yang was completely unaware, standing upright like a statue, his hand still tightly gripping the Demon Dragon Saber.
He seemed to have melded into one with the Demon Dragon Saber.
An endless torrent of Evil Qi erupted forth, twining itself around Xu Yang's body.
In the blink of an eye, Xu Yang looked like a demonic god shrouded in menacing Evil Qi.
"What's going on?"
The elderly guardian of the treasury flashed inside like a bolt of lightning.
Seeing this, the corners of his eyes twitched violently: "The seal on the Demon Dragon Saber actually broke a layer? How is that possible?"
Wuo Huai gulped, seeing the elder as if he were a savior.
"Quick, as soon as he grabbed the Demon Dragon Saber, he turned into this."
"Xu Yang cannot have anything happen to him."
