The black dragon elder's words brought the Progenitor Dragon sudden clarity, and his dragon eyes blazed with light.
Then an elder in white robes spoke up, hesitant and worried.
"Could this be a trap?"
His meaning was clear: perhaps the Black Tortoise Clan's chief had already reached the Late-Stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm and had set a trap for the Progenitor Dragon, chief of the Dragon Clan.
After all, if anything happened to the Progenitor Dragon—even if he was only wounded rather than killed—the Dragon Clan could take the entire West Sea and still be unable to hold it.
In a world where the weak were prey to the strong and power commanded respect, peak combat strength mattered above all else!
The Progenitor Dragon's status as a Late-Stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal was the very reason the Dragon Clan ranked among the Primordial Wilderness's greatest clans!
If anything happened to him, whether death or serious injury, the impact on the Dragon Clan would be immense.
Perhaps the Black Tortoise Clan's target was the Progenitor Dragon himself!
"The white dragon elder has a point."
The black dragon elder did not argue. It was a real possibility.
The elders went on to offer theory after theory, their voices rising in debate.
The Progenitor Dragon said nothing throughout. He watched them argue, listened to every word, and weighed it all in his mind.
The Black Tortoise Clan had not played by the usual rules, catching both him and the Dragon Clan elders off guard.
Guesswork alone could not establish the reason.
The Progenitor Dragon knew that perfectly well.
Nor did he know whether the Black Tortoise Clan's chief had reached the Late-Stage Grand Luo Golden Immortal realm.
But he had moved against the West Sea as soon as he broke through and