Two Supremes

East Sea, the plaza before the Crystal Palace, the Ten Thousand Dragons Assembly.

For the Supreme election, there had originally been four candidates. Thirty percent of the dragon clan supported Ao Mian, while Zhao Long, Zhou Long, and Li Long each had twenty percent behind them. The remaining ten percent stayed neutral and joined no faction.

Unfortunately, after Zhao Long died and Ao Mian was injured, the entire election underwent a tremendous change.

Before the speeches had even begun, half the dragon clan already supported Ao Mian. The rest were either neutral or stood with Zhou Long and Li Long.

Ao Mian looked at the dragons before him, and the corner of his mouth revealed a faint, barely perceptible trace of satisfaction.

Clutching his "injured" chest, Ao Mian walked to the center of the plaza.

"I am Ao Mian. I was injured yesterday, but I'm still alive. Yet Zhao Long is dead. I don't know who could have been so ruthless as to strike such a vicious blow. Zhao Long was a Dragon King. Unless someone was a close acquaintance, no one could have injured him so silently. I know how I was hurt—I was poisoned first. Zhao Long must have been poisoned too. Zhao Long treated every dragon with sincerity, yet he was... Who could be so heartless? Whether or not I can become the Supreme this time, Zhao Long's grudge must be repaid in blood!"

Ao Mian shouted with righteous passion. Many dragons who had supported Old Zhao, as well as the neutral dragons, flashed with gloom in their eyes. Then, many dragons moved into Ao Mian's faction.

That was right—who had killed him? It couldn't have been Ao Mian. Could it have been one of the other two candidates? If either of them became the Supreme, the