Within the Dark Dragon Clan, the title of Dragon Lord represented one's identity and status.
Only veteran Demon Cultivator experts at the Demon Saint level were qualified to compete for the title of Dragon Lord.
In the past, a Dragon Lord's influence might have been limited, but now that the Dark Dragon Clan was on the verge of its most terrifying upheaval, no one would choose this time to provoke a Dragon Lord.
Upon hearing his father's words, Silver Wing's unease finally dissipated completely.
Just as father and son were speaking, the palace doors suddenly shook violently with a BOOM, then were kicked open by a terrifying force.
Before they could react, more than a dozen dragon clansmen clad in black-gold battle armor filed inside.
"Where is Silver Wing?"
The leader, his face cold and stern, asked in a deep voice.
The man in gold froze for a moment, then snapped angrily, "Insolence!"
"This is Dragon Lord Manor. Who gave you permission to barge in?"
The moment his words fell, an astonishingly powerful aura spread out, sweeping over the crowd like a raging storm.
The black-armored man at the lead frowned. He merely took a casual step forward, and an equally powerful aura surged forth, blocking all of the gold-clad man's oppressive pressure.
The other clansmen in black-gold armor stepped forward in unison, each glaring at the man in gold with hostile expressions, ready to strike at any moment.
"Dragon Lord, I am Black Flame of the Disciplinary Palace."
"I have come to take Silver Wing away."
The black-armored man spoke coldly.
Silver Wing's expression changed. The Disciplinary Palace was the Dark Dragon Clan's institution dedicated to punishment.
The man in gold narrowed his eyes and said deeply, "Silver Wing is my son. Who gave your Disciplinary Palace the order?"