The Dragon Clan's Extinction Shocks the Primordial Wilderness, Demon Master Kunpeng's Petty Demeanor!

Primordial Wilderness, Four Seas.

Within the East Sea Dragon Palace, Dragon King Ao Guang sat upright upon a coral throne, his expression calm.

Below him, the shrimp soldiers, crab generals, dragon sons, and dragon descendants were already in complete chaos.

Some shouted, "What exactly did Old Ancestor do?"

Some wailed, "What are we supposed to do?"

Some knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing and begging the Dragon King to think of a way.

Ao Guang did not move.

Beside him, his three brothers—Ao Qin of the South Sea, Ao Run of the West Sea, and Ao Shun of the North Sea—remained seated in their respective places. Their expressions were all grim, yet none of them stood.

"Big Brother, Old Ancestor, he..."

Ao Qin had barely spoken when Ao Guang raised a hand and cut him off.

"Old Ancestor did what he had to do."

Ao Guang's voice was steady, but his hands trembled faintly.

"We accept it."

None of the four Dragon Kings spoke.

They had lived for so many years and understood the history of the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation better than anyone. They knew the Dragon Clan's situation all too well!

After Ancestral Dragon fell.

The Dragon Clan appeared to still rule the Four Seas, but in truth, they were nothing more than a juicy piece of meat in the eyes of every major power.

If Ancestor Candle Dragon had not spent all these years maneuvering before the Dao Ancestor and maintaining that delicate balance between the Heavenly Court and the various powers, the Dragon Clan would have long since been carved up.

But the other dragons did not see it that way.

In the depths of the South Sea, a young Azure Dragon was crazily ramming the gates of the Crystal Palace, roaring, "Old Ancestor has gone mad!