The Shores of the East Sea!

But the truth was—what life-or-death struggle was this?

It was plainly a one-sided crushing with no suspense whatsoever!

The outcome had been decided in the very first instant they clashed. A comeback? They should not even have entertained the thought.

Before absolute power, the Four Sea Dragon Kings could only grit their teeth and suppress their cries of pain, forcing them lower, hoarser...

That was the last shred of dignity they had left.

As for everything else?

It had long since been beaten to pieces by fists and kicks, scattered to the winds and utterly gone.

In but an instant, heaven and earth returned to deathly silence.

The dust slowly settled, and the clouds stood empty.

The battlefield that had shaken heaven and earth moments ago was now nothing but a stretch of emptiness.

High above, four black shadows were racing wildly at a speed that tore through space itself, so fast that not even afterimages could be caught.

Had any great power been present, their heart would surely have jolted—

Those were none other than the Four Sea Dragon Kings!

Yet where was even a trace of their former majesty as dragon lords?

Their dragon bodies were covered in scorch marks and gashes, blood still streaming freely. Where their golden scales had been stripped away, stark white bones showed through—hideous beyond sight!

Ordinarily, wounds like these would have had them producing healing treasures, laying down protective wards, and fretting so badly they would have wanted to lick their own wounds.

But now, they did not even have time to catch their breath—

That baleful star behind them followed like a shadow, pressing closer with every step!

If they failed to retreat into the barrier of the East Sea Dragon Palace in time, he might crush even their dragon souls