Dongting Lake, a giant island at its center.
Xu An followed Liu Qianhu as the Dao Court party had just arrived on the island when a proud-faced, armor-clad, weapon-bearing young man strode toward them.
He was broad and powerfully built, with narrow eyes that shone with chilling light. A pair of dragon horns emerged from his thick hair, while fine white scales covered his neck. His golden dragon pupils immediately fixed on Liu Qianhu, drawing cold sweat down Liu Qianhu's temples.
Yet Liu Qianhu was no coward.
If he encountered a True Dragon under ordinary circumstances, lowering his head a little would have been no great matter. But now he had come bearing an imperial decree. If he yielded, it could affect his career!
"May I ask who you are, Fellow Daoist?"
Liu Qianhu solemnly cupped his hands. The valiant young man before him grinned. "I am Du Huan, grandson of the Dragon Lord and descendant of the White Chi."
At those words, Liu Qianhu's expression immediately turned grave.
The Dragon Lord's grandson! A direct descendant of a Golden Core True Dragon. That status alone was comparable to the Crown Prince of the Dao Court—strictly speaking, perhaps even more exalted!
"Dragon King Du Huan, receive the decree!"
Gritting his teeth, Liu Qianhu directly took out a scroll of golden paper and unfurled it. In an instant, Dragon King Du Huan, who had seemed so overwhelmingly imposing, reined in his savage expression.
He raised his head toward the sky.
The moment the imperial decree opened, the Immortal Kingdom Dao Law blanketing Jiangdong immediately responded, like a pair of icy eyes gazing down upon the earth!
In an instant, all demon aura throughout Dongting Lake was utterly dispersed. Dragon King Du Huan, whose aura had moments ago towered to the heavens, suddenly