"Mad Dragon, how have you been lately?"
In just a few seconds, Elaenor Wood had stepped into the void and appeared in the courtyard of the Shadow Gate headquarters.
He held a white paper fan in his hand, his other hand behind his back, standing in front of Julius Reed.
Wind and snow mingled together,
Creating a bone-chilling cold that even the strongest martial artists could feel.
Yet Elaenor Wood was dressed in a white suit, looking carefree and content,
As if he relished this sensation.
Snowflakes kept falling,
But as they touched the layer of black smoke surrounding Julius Reed, they instantly evaporated.
"Let's just fight, why waste words."
Julius Reed squinted his eyes—
Those blood-red eyes, with pupils adorned by a black dragon moving within.
Though he had been invaded by Evil Qi, he still had his memories!
Elaenor Wood!
A formidable opponent!
