The Final Move, Checkmate!

"What are you looking at?!"

Overseas, the Old Dragon Lord revealed his true form, stirring wind and waves. His dragon roar echoed in every direction. "My son Golden Seeking is ascending to Fruithood. What's there to look at? Stop staring!"

"Whoever wants to make a move?"

"Sacred Sect, Sword Pavilion, Pure Land—whoever makes a move, I'll help your opponent."

"Dao Court. If Dao Court has the guts, come at me!"

"I'm not afraid of you!"

The Old Dragon Lord shouted louder and louder. Though his tone carried a somewhat cowardly air, his actions showed not the slightest intention of retreating.

It could not be helped. The Celestial River was too important.

Ever since the four Nascent Souls had taken control of the Immortal Pivot and the True Dragon Clan had been slaughtered on a massive scale, it had been his old bones alone holding up the clan.

Even among the Water Element Fruit Positions of old, the True Dragon Clan had retained only Great Sea Water. Meanwhile, the Sacred Sect, which had slaughtered dragons with the greatest enthusiasm back then, had seized a vast number of scriptures related to Water Element Fruit Positions. Otherwise, why did most of the Sacred Sect's Golden Core True Lords possess Water Element Fruit Positions?

Stream Water, Great Stream Water.

Even Spring Water had one, though they had yet to undertake Seeking Gold, Ascending to Fruithood and were merely at Foundation Establishment Perfection. Yet that alone showed just how much water the Sacred Sect had.

But in the Old Dragon Lord's eyes, how was that water?

It was all the blood and tears of the True Dragon Clan!

Yet for the sake of his people, he had swallowed that anger whole. He had shrunk back step by step, eking out an existence until this age,