The four guards in black who were outside of the palace suddenly pushed the door open and rushed in.
When they saw the black longsword in Hao Ren's hands, their faces turned to sadness before kneeling on the ground.
"Dragon king!" they cried.
"Dragon king… dragon king… dragon king…" Their voices echoed in the spacious palace.
Zhao Haoran's dragon presence still lingered around the pillars in the palace. However, he had transferred all his cultivation strength to Hao Ren, and his essence dragon soul had merged into the black longsword in Hao Ren's hands.
From the top of the palace rose a surge of black energy which shot into the air.
The surrounding seawater boiled while the black energy rushed out of the ocean and shot up into the clouds in the high sky which were 1,000 meters high.
Boom… The black energy gradually vanished.
A great fierce hero died.
