The Little White Hound, Voidnibbling Ant, Little White Python, and the others arrived one after another, staying near Xiang Qingcheng.
As for Misty-Wriggling Dragon Wriggle General, many powerful dragons had gathered around him.
"I never expected Wriggle General to have cultivated his laws to perfection so quickly, and even fused them with his bloodline power to such an extent." Ying Lin spoke with deep feeling, undisguised envy in his eyes.
"That's right. After the Dragon Lord brought us into the barrier, we've cultivated diligently all these years and made no small progress. Who would have thought that Wriggle General would steal the march on us and be the first to charge toward the Golden Immortal-level realm?"
Ying Feng could not help adding his own comment. He, Ying Lin, and the East Sea Dragon King belonged to the same generation of dragons. Now that even the junior Wriggle General had begun charging toward a new realm, while they remained stuck at their original level, the comparison naturally left them feeling rather bitter.
"It seems these two old bones of ours need to work harder too. Otherwise, I'm afraid we'll only be left farther and farther behind." Ying Lin felt the invisible pressure on him grow heavier.
"How old are you two, to be acting so decrepit already?"
Ying Xuanming spoke bluntly. "If we're talking about strength, we may not be inferior to Wriggle General. He merely advanced first. Sooner or later, we'll have our turn too. We can compare ourselves after we advance to Golden Immortal-level dragons. Who's stronger and who's weaker is still uncertain."
"Who are you calling old, you brat?" Ying Lin swung an irritated palm toward the back of Ying Xuanming's head.
"The boy is a bit long-winded, but he's not entirely wrong. The order in which one