The Nine-Faced Dragon God's palace exuded an overwhelmingly extravagant, money-is-no-object aura.
Inside the palace, everything as far as the eye could see was forged from refined gold.
It truly took luxury to its very extreme.
How many divine weapons could be forged from all this refined gold if it were dismantled?
Han Wu grumbled inwardly, complaining that the Dragon Race did not know how to live frugally.
Such incomparably precious refined gold was actually used as building material. Were they not afraid of being struck by lightning?
Stepping forward, Han Wu saw the main figure he had come to meet.
The Dragon Race's god: the Nine-Faced Dragon God.
The Nine-Faced Dragon God was immense. Han Wu could not see its end at a glance, nor could he fully sense its entire form.
Even a single scale on its body was larger than Han Wu himself.
As Han Wu stood stunned, the Nine-Faced Dragon God lowered its body and looked down at Han Wu and the four Dragon Emperors.
Beyond its incomparably massive size,
the greatest feature of the Nine-Faced Dragon God was that one head bore multiple faces.
Each face possessed its own will and wore a different expression.
Han Wu counted carefully and confirmed that there were nine faces.
Yet, being observant, he noticed that one of the Nine-Faced Dragon God's nine faces had sustained extensive damage.
Strictly speaking, it could only be considered half a face.
He was immediately astonished.
What was going on? Could even an expert as powerful as the Nine-Faced Dragon God be injured?
And with half a face gone, should the Nine-Faced Dragon God change its name to the Eight-and-a-Half-Faced Dragon God?
Han Wu felt that this was a question worth considering.
The Nine-Faced Dragon God, however, had not thought that much about it.