"Ah...Old Thief Azure River, you deceived me! You deceived me!"
Faust Beaumont's body was soaring through the air, yet he still managed to shout these words with all his might.
There were only the three of them around.
Nine Nether True Lord and Julius Reed clearly heard these words.
"Old Thief Azure River?"
Julius Reed turned his head and looked at Nine Nether True Lord: "Emperor Azure River?"
"He is from our time, so Azure River can only refer to Emperor Azure River. There's absolutely no one else worthy of the name Azure River."
Nine Nether True Lord gazed at the vanishing figure, worriedly saying, "The thing I feared has happened."
If other ancient martial artists indeed survived, it would bring a devastating blow to this world.
Nine Nether True Lord knew very well what he thought back then.
If it wasn't for meeting Julius Reed, he would have ended up like the vanished Faust Beaumont, dominated by greed.
Continuing to walk the path of conquering this world.
