"Senior, do you really think I'm trying to scheme over this matter with nothing but a Celestial Immortal-level dragon body?" Lu Xiaotian laughed when he heard that. Before his voice had even faded, an overwhelming aura shook through the Dragon Tomb.
The power of the dragon totem followed Lu Xiaotian's divine sense and spread throughout the area bound by that sense. At the same time, the images of tens of thousands of dragons training in battle formations appeared throughout the region, with the Black Dragon at their head and more than twenty Celestial Immortal-level dragons supporting him.
"This... this is a Golden Immortal-level dragon, and so many young dragons as well." King Jiudu Dragon was left utterly dumbfounded.
"The decline of the dragon race and the Celestial Court's strength are undeniable facts. But a race's future has never been won through the mercy of other threats. In the primeval wilderness, the dragon race carved out a civilized world with its own strength. Now that the dragon race has a breeding ground of its own, why can't we fight for it? The dragon race's future can only be won by carving out a new world with our own hands."
"Rather than bowing and scraping under the Celestial Court's rule, we might as well fight with everything we have. Dying in a blaze of glory is still better than being slaves for generations. The blood of the dragon race carries an unparalleled will to battle. If we submit to injustice and harsh oppression, then even if our race barely continues, what difference is there between existing in name only and being exterminated?"
Lu Xiaotian was calm, yet an boundless domineering presence radiated from him. "I have come here for the Dragon Amberglow. If you agree, all will be well. If you do