While the great hall was filled with cheerful harmony, more than a dozen dragons came bustling in through the broad main doors.
The smile on Bai Yujun's face visibly vanished...
Looking at the Phoenix Clan, they stood straight and tall, elegant and proudly poised. Then looking at her own dragons, who crowded together even while entering, all she could say was that they were a little better than thirty-two Ancient Desolate Beasts. Some were too lazy to assume humanoid forms and strutted about with dragon heads, sharp fangs bared and long whiskers flying wildly. Two burly men had their arms over each other's shoulders, calling one another brothers. Only a few old dragons appeared somewhat steady.
Only Rong Ru knew a little of the resentment filling Bai Yujun's heart.
The dragons first saluted Bai Yujun upon the dragon throne atop the dais, then traded glares with the phoenixes.
Phoenix Clan elder Yun Jin watched curiously, hoping to spot old dragon acquaintances he had not seen for hundreds of millions of years. After a cursory glance, he shared the opinion of the other phoenixes and great Immortal Bird demons: these surviving dragons were far too casual in their bearing, having lost the dragons' former dignity.
But he soon sensed something unusual.
Though these dozen or so dragons looked indolent, their auras were ferocious beyond belief, carrying the savage air of creatures who had walked out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
The truth was no different from what the Phoenix Clan and the great Immortal Bird demons had imagined. Every dragon who had been found was a ruthless one.
The Small Worlds trapped within the chaos constantly fought Chaos God-Demons to the death.
In theory, there should not have been merely twenty-some dragons left after hundreds of millions of