The Life-and-Death Battle Sweeping the Three Realms!

Haotian was already fish on the chopping block, only the final stroke of the knife remaining.

The only way out now was to show Li Tian and the Human Race their sincerity and offer up solid proof.

Only by demonstrating the Dragon Race's irreplaceable value could they preserve their people's foundation amid this storm.

It was a tale of bitterness beyond measure.

They had thought they could lean on the great tree of the Heavenly Court, wash away the Dragon Race's accumulated karmic sins, and seek a peaceful chance to rise again;

who would have thought they would fail to cling to the tree, only to be smashed bloody by it instead!

Had they known this would happen, they might as well have stayed honestly hidden in the depths of the Four Seas, reigning as kings and tyrants, free and carefree—

wouldn't that have been a hundred times better than being the Heavenly Court's scapegoats and fall guys?

Thinking of the suffering and humiliation they had endured lately, then recalling those carefree days when they had commanded wind and rain amid the emerald waves, the thought in all four of their hearts grew ever clearer:

Once this was over, they would abdicate at once!

They would toss down the Dragon King's seal and let the younger generation struggle with it!

Rule the Four Seas? Guard the Heavenly River?

Nothing but dangerous, thankless drudgery—work yourself to death without gaining a scrap of gratitude, losing both your life and your name!

The four of them had had enough!

Harboring this unspoken thought, the East Sea Dragon King finally brought out his last trump card.

To be honest, he had originally kept this voice-recording stone to guard against Haotian settling scores after the harvest and slaughtering the donkey once it had finished grinding