The Dragon Clan's Ancient Ancestors Fly into a Rage!

After a domineering "lecture," Indra was left speechless, his face alternating between green and white. In the end, he could only shut his mouth resentfully, his disgust for White Lotus Boy and his worries about his own situation reaching their peak.

Seeing this, Lin Zhu seemed to grow even more "anxious." He suddenly raised his voice and shouted at White Lotus Boy.

"White Lotus Boy! Have you asked the other colleagues behind you for their opinions before acting so arbitrarily?! Perhaps they know things you do not?! Bitter medicine cures sickness, and honest advice benefits conduct!!"

He firmly believed that as long as White Lotus Boy was willing to listen to the others even a little, there would still be room to turn things around. The system also seemed to be subtly hinting that good people would be rewarded.

As though answering Lin Zhu's "call," the void behind White Lotus Boy rippled slightly, and several figures flashed into view. At their head was Vajra Yaksha Bright King, his face indigo-blue and his aura fierce. Beside him stood several Arhats with equally profound auras, each at least at the Daluo level.

Urgency and gravity filled their faces. Clearly, the earlier upheaval had alarmed them, and they had rushed over in haste.

The moment Vajra Yaksha Bright King appeared, his gaze locked onto the head in White Lotus Boy's hand and the struggling primordial spirit. His expression changed drastically as he cried out.

"White Lotus Boy! Stop at once! That Ao Lie is of the West Sea Dragon—"

"Impudent!!!"

However, before he could finish, White Lotus Boy's even more furious roar brutally cut him off!

White Lotus Boy spun around sharply. His childlike eyes, bloodshot from slaughter and excitement, glared fiercely at Vajra Yaksha Bright King and the others. His face was