"Yes, I will arrange it right away."
Yuan Zhenzang bowed and retreated.
The Glazed Dragon Guard was the most elite clan soldiers of the Jishan Bo Division, all of them Celestial Vein Martial Artists. Even if they were to be deployed, not many would be used; he planned to dispatch three hundred-man squads.
However, the prerequisite was to first locate the person and then see where Xiaoyang intended to strike.
"Old friend, look, the Human Race still has spirit."
Lord Jishan spoke, also agreeing with Yuan Zhenzang's speculation that someone was using the name of the Luo River Bo Division to kill Xiaoyang.
Amidst the mist, a muffled dragon roar sounded.
Lord Jishan turned to look at the source power gathering place behind him; it was a stone door, with source power continuously surging through the gaps.
"Old friend, do you think Ayue can successfully advance?"
This time, the Glazed Dragon did not respond, and a sorrowful expression appeared on Lord Jishan's face.
