A Promise Made

"Bald donkey! How dare you?! The Dragon Clan gave the young friend Favor and Face, temporarily restraining our thunderous wrath to hear his solution! But your Western Heaven puts on one face before us and another behind our backs. You dare humiliate the Dragon Clan's benefactor like this, shirking and fobbing us off! Do you take the Dragon Clan for clay figures?!"

"Faithless and treacherous! Hypocritical to the extreme!"

The Platinum Dragon Emperor's icy voice was like ten thousand years of black ice scraping against bone. The gray Heaven Destroying Cold Intent around him surged once more.

"Just moments ago, you kept saying, 'I shall spare no effort,' and 'whatever you need, you shall have.' Yet in the blink of an eye, you want to fob us off with some empty 'Favor and Face'? Bald donkey, are you making fools of the Dragon Clan, or of this young friend who has given us hope?!"

The Ink White Dragon Emperor said nothing, but Chaos Aura churned violently within his ancient dragon pupils. An aura a hundred times more terrifying than before, as though it could reverse time and space and reduce all laws to ruin, slowly spread from his body!

He merely raised a dragon claw slightly. The next moment, centered around the Nine True Dragons, the phantom of a terrifying Dragon Clan battle formation began to emerge. It covered nearly half of Spirit Mountain's sky, brimming with Primordial Dragon Might, its runes flowing like stars being born and dying—the Heaven-Sealing, Earth-Extinguishing Myriad Dragons immortal-slaying Grand Formation!

The instant the formation appeared, heaven and earth lost their color, and the sun and moon went dark. Terrifying Destructive Aura locked onto the entire Western Heaven Faction, especially Amitabha!

The might erupting from the Dragon Clan this time was several times greater than