"Keep him in line. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind teaching him a lesson in place of your clan elders and letting him learn just how high the sky is and how thick the earth is!" Ye Xiwen said coldly.
The elder immediately barked, "Shut your mouth at once! Sit down!"
Though those young dragons were somewhat unconvinced, the dragon elder knew very well just how terrifying the person seated before him was.
Unlike the relatively isolated and backward Ye Family, Dragon Island had an extremely well-informed intelligence network. Ye Xiwen had just slaughtered the Demon Eagle King and uprooted the Demon Eagle Clan entirely. Such methods and ruthlessness were all the more chilling.
Possessing such strength was not truly frightening. What was more frightening was possessing such a disposition—that was what genuinely struck terror into people's hearts.
In other words, Ye Xiwen was now comparable to a Peak God King. Even Dragon Island could not afford to treat such a figure lightly.
Although Dragon Island had the Golden Dragon King, one of the Ten Kings, they did not dare claim with absolute certainty that they could kill him. Even if they succeeded, the price they would have to pay would be far too great.
Why did the Gold Dragon Clan hold an unrivaled position among the dragons, hailed as the imperial clan of dragonkind? It was because they had inherited the most refined portion of the Ancestral Dragon's legacy. From time to time, this clan produced patriarchs ranked among the Ten Kings. After accumulating strength over countless years, just how powerful had they become? It was simply unimaginable.
Among the Myriad Realms, the only force that dared contend against the Gold Dragon Clan with the strength of a single clan was likely Emperor Clan Ji.
Moreover, the Gold Dragon Clan was