The Four Sea Dragon Kings' Fury

Just then—

An even more violent, more majestic torrent of energy suddenly erupted!

The Four Sea Dragon Kings had made their move!

"Roar—!"

"Human Race National Preceptor, my Dragon Race never wished to meet you blade for blade.

Yet you pressed forward step by step, encroaching inch by inch, grinding the Dragon Race's thousand-year dignity into the mud and trampling it before all!

Even if the dragon veins have withered and our fortune dimmed since that battle of antiquity, when has the blood in our bones—that spirit which would rather break than bend, rather die than retreat—ever been worn away in the slightest?!

Since you dare enter the shores of the East Sea alone today, then see for yourself—what it means for the embers of true dragons to remain uncooled, what it means for the Four Seas to quake as one and ten thousand scales to resonate together!"

Before his words had faded, the East Sea Dragon King was already standing proudly at the heart of the formation. His true dragon form tore through the sea of clouds, golden scales blazing.

The three Dragon Kings of the West Sea, South Sea, and North Sea occupied the other three positions, their dragon bodies coiling like mountains, their breaths rumbling like thunder.

Four dragon roars shook the heavens as their magical power poured forth in a crash!

The power of Daluo Golden Immortals was already vast as a rushing galaxy.

Now, propelled by the combined strength of all four, it stirred a territory spanning millions of miles in an instant—

Mountains and rivers lost their color, rivers and seas hung upside down, and countless living beings felt their hearts jolt as they raised their heads toward the East Sea.

More astonishing still, throughout the entire East Sea, all those whose bloodlines retained