Who Can Surpass the Dragon Clan?

Clarity suddenly dawned on him!

That was right—in the Primordial Wilderness, when it came to the art of summoning wind and rain, who could surpass the Dragon Clan?

It was an instinct carved into the Dragon Clan's very bones and blood!

The title "Dragon King," passed down by word of mouth among the people of the Nine Provinces in later generations, had long resounded throughout heaven and earth.

He should have realized it long ago—the torrential rains that had poured down for months on end were precisely these old dragons secretly fanning the flames!

But... what were they after?

Had they eaten too much and nothing better to do than clamp down viciously on the Human Race?

Though the Dragon Clan's foundations ran deep, making them standouts among the great ancient races, compared with the Human Race now riding a soaring tide of fortune and wielding the authority of heaven and earth, they were merely a giant whale trapped in the shallows—still possessing lingering might, yet incapable of stirring up any great waves.

Forget the Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors appearing in person—even if any one of the Human Race's reclusive Old Ancestors simply stepped forth...

Even considering only the three Old Ancestors currently guarding the Human Race's sacred land, the Dragon Clan would find it exceedingly difficult to withstand them even if they poured out the strength of their entire race!

By all reason, the Dragon Clan should not have been foolish enough to go this far.

Could it be that all four Dragon Kings of the Four Seas had lost their minds and fried their brains to mush?

A string of thoughts flashed through Li Tian's mind like lightning and flint.

Then suddenly, inspiration struck him—

According to later legends, the Dragon Clan had bowed their heads and