True Dragon Body!

If they truly fought it out with real blades and spears, suppressing them would be no more than lifting a hand.

But at present, all his and the Earthly Dao camp's attention was nailed to the Heavenly Dao lineage.

Hongjun was the sword hanging over their heads, while the several Heavenly Dao Saints were venomous fangs that followed like shadows.

With the situation stretched so taut, where could they spare the strength to wrestle with these old antiques who had slept for ages?

Better fewer troubles than more—Li Tian understood that principle perfectly well.

"Daoist priest, I am grateful for your regard, but we bear a grave responsibility on this journey, and cannot remain for long. I hope you will forgive us."

The East Sea Dragon King still maintained his thousand-zhang true dragon form.

His dragon head tilted slightly upward, his enormous jaws opening and closing. His voice rolled through the sea of clouds like thunder, every word firm and final.

The Dragon Kings of the other three seas likewise held their heads high, their scales gleaming as killing intent simmered beneath the surface.

Li Tian pressed his lips together and sighed soundlessly—

They could have simply agreed without fuss, yet they had to take such a roundabout route, needlessly adding another complication. What a buzzkill.

"Since that is the case, I fear this humble Daoist's reputation is not enough to invite the four Dragon Lords."

The moment his words fell, not a trace of courtesy remained.

His sleeves trembled faintly, and his aura suddenly sharpened like a blade.

"Then I can only invite you with force. Please accompany me to the sacred land of the Human Race

and explain face-to-face the calamities the Human Race has suffered these past months—

just how deeply has the Dragon Race meddled in