Second Parallel Universe.
Dragon City, the gathering place of the dragon clan.
Dragon City stood upon the vast earth, resembling a crouching giant beast.
Its towering walls and the ancient palaces and temples within bore witness to the history of the dragon clan.
The plaza outside the grand hall was paved with smooth, even bluestones, giving it a sense of ancient grandeur.
One could imagine that during clan gatherings, this place must have been very lively.
However,
at this moment in the Dragon City Plaza, although there were still many people, these people had long since become corpses.
There were only five living people in the entire place.
And only one of them was standing.
Of the other four, one lay weak and motionless on the cold bluestone ground, while the remaining three were pinned firmly to the ground by an invisible pressure.
"Who on earth is this? So powerful," Miao Tiaojun, the plump little fellow, began to mutter, habitually complaining.
"Why help this blood-stained Scorpion Queen?"
Long Jian, with his full head of cyan hair, lacked the plump one's composure; he roared with eyes full of hatred.
Long Jian had lived in Dragon City since childhood and was the disciple of the dragon clan's leader, Jian Long. With his lofty status, his sense of belonging to the dragon clan was maxed out.
Yet, after returning from a seemingly ordinary out-of-town patrol mission, he found nothing but dead clansmen covering the ground.
He had even witnessed his senior martial brother die to save him, so the hatred in his heart went without saying.
His enemy, the Scorpion King, was on the verge of death, only to be saved by someone who had suddenly jumped out.
He looked at the man standing between him and the Scorpion King. The man was