Let the Dragon Race Take the Fall Alone?

If he truly resolved to purge the Dragon Race of the Four Seas...

Then from this day forth, the Dragon Race feared it would face a catastrophe of utter extermination!

This was not a threat, not empty bluster, much less some lightly spoken words of anger.

Heavens!

How had it come to this?

They racked their brains, yet could not understand why matters had suddenly collapsed so completely!

The Four Sea Dragon Kings hung their heads and clutched them, their gazes vacant, as though their sinews and bones had been pulled from them. They stood at a loss.

Where was the road ahead? Where was the way back? Even the room to choose seemed to have been ruthlessly cut off.

Li Tian stood before the steps, his face cold and severe as black iron, not a ripple stirring between his brows.

To him, the sight of the four men panicking was but a fleeting glimmer, incapable of raising even the slightest ripple upon his heart lake.

He had long since made up his mind—to sweep clean the Four Seas and leave not a blade of grass behind.

He would use this to proclaim to the entire Primordial Wilderness: this crime must be punished; this penalty would not be pardoned!

A vast pressure, towering as a mountain and icy as frost, slowly surged from within him. It spread soundlessly, yet crushed down in wave upon wave like the tide, bearing straight upon the depths of the Four Sea Dragon Kings' minds.

This was no ordinary oppression. It was the suffocating sensation of one's soul being clenched tight, one's breath frozen solid, one's will torn apart inch by inch!

How could the Four Sea Dragon Kings have known—

That this breathless feeling of a storm about to break had not arisen naturally,