The thirty-six Heavenly Mu Altar sites were guarded by forces sent by the various Dragon Race tribes. But those altars had to maintain the seals across the entire secret realm, and the territory they had to watch over was simply too vast. It was common for other members of the Demon Race to exploit gaps in their defenses and slip in. Most of the time, however, the Dragon Race forces wiped them out before they could cause enough damage.
This time, though, the enemy had clearly come in force. As soon as Wen Kaishan heard the news, his expression changed drastically, and he left at once. Lu Xiaotian naturally followed him out of the Hall of Transmission.
Outside the hall, he saw Wen Kaishan's tribe bustling about. Lu Xiaotian recognized some of the Heavenly Immortal-level dragons he had competed against earlier. Some were organizing the tribe's forces; others were hurrying away with groups of their clansmen. Meanwhile, Lu Xiaotian, their guest, had nothing to do.
Shuntian, tall and straight-backed, watched Lu Xiaotian pass with a gloomy look.
"What's wrong?" Wen Yidao, his features square and proper, flew over. He had noticed something off about Shuntian's expression.
"Nothing. I just happened to see that outsider, Ying Feng, passing by. I'd say there's a good chance Wen Yan will invite him along this time. You've been assigned to Wen Yan's group, so be on your guard around that outsider dragon." Shuntian shook his head. He had fought on the arena platform several years ago, too. Back then, he had been full of confidence, only to suffer a crushing defeat at Lu Xiaotian's hands.
"I'll keep an eye out," Wen Yidao said with a nod.
Lu Xiaotian had noticed Shuntian's pointed glare as he passed. In terms of bloodline, dragons in the entire