The Dragon Race's elite forces were quickly assembled. More than a thousand powerful Dragons set out with Long Changtian, heading straight for the Heavenly Martial Sect.
Of these thousand-plus powerhouses, the weakest was at the eighth level of the Nether Profound Realm. There were more than a dozen Void Silence Realm powerhouses and over two hundred Ascension Realm powerhouses.
Such a formidable lineup was enough to destroy the vast majority of sects throughout the Eighteen Continents.
Of course, the Dragon Race would also leave some powerhouses behind to guard their territory.
Under normal circumstances, the Dragon Race rarely ventured outside. They usually cultivated within their own territory.
The younger generation in particular ventured out even less often, all of them well aware of the dangers beyond.
Only after reaching the Ascension Realm would they possibly venture out more often. Even then, they would conceal their identities and enter Human Race territory.
This was also to avoid trouble.
Every part of a Dragon's body was a treasure. If they were not powerful enough and caught the attention of Human Race powerhouses, their lives could be in danger.
The Void Silence Realm was different, however. There were not many Human Race Void Silence Realm powerhouses throughout the Eighteen Continents.
At the same level, they generally would not be a match for the Dragon Race. Moreover, Void Silence Realm cultivators belonged to the absolute upper echelons of the Dragon Race. If one of them were truly killed, the Dragon Race would investigate the matter to the very end.
The Heavenly Martial Sect knew perfectly well that Long Yunfan was a high-ranking member of the Dragon Race, yet they had still dared to kill him. How could the members of the Dragon Race not be furious?
As for Jiang Chen's side—
These past few