C525 Stand Aside!

"What King Wusun? Never heard of him."

The youth looked at Ning Qi with a mocking laugh.

The burly men behind him, transformed into Black Ghost Devil Dragons, wore sinister expressions. Most unsettling was their eyes—devoid of whites, dark as pitch.

"It's odd that you don't recognize the name King Wusun from the Redbud Dragon Race, especially here in the Southern Wasteland