The Wujiu Dragon Pattern appeared, and in an instant, a yin wind howled furiously, its majesty terrifying. A savage dragon roar echoed beside everyone's ears.
"Dragon!"
Great Chieftain Dan Lie and the others all changed expression.
Even Yan Zhu and Qing Zhu wore looks of utter disbelief, followed by barely contained fury.
Yan Zhu cursed angrily:
"Your Wujiu Tribe actually dared steal the Dragon Pattern and profane the Royal Court! Your crimes deserve ten thousand deaths!"
The Wujiu Young Master remained impassive as he said coolly, "The Great Wilderness Dragon Vein belongs to the worthy. How can this be called theft? Since I bear the Dragon Pattern, it proves that I have gained the Dragon Vein's recognition and carry the fortune of kingship. The Divine Dragon acknowledged my bloodline and descended upon me. You are merely a Shaman—what right do you have to wag your tongue?"
Yan Zhu's expression darkened. His thoughts churned, yet for a moment, rage left him speechless.
The dragons of the Great Wilderness recognized only the royal bloodline.
The bloodlines of other Barbarian Tribes were inferior. They could not possibly come into contact with Dragon Blood, Dragon Patterns, or even Dragon Qi; otherwise, they would inevitably suffer backlash and die.
Anyone who could inscribe an entire dragon upon their body, even if they were not of the royal family's direct line, was surely someone bearing the fortune of kingship.
The Wujiu Young Master was not wrong.
Yet it was precisely because he was not wrong that Yan Zhu was even more furious, even less able to accept it.
Because this meant that amid these troubled times, royal authority had fallen into other hands, the fortune of the Great Wilderness had been thrown into chaos, and the dynasty of the Great Wilderness might very well be changing