On Dragon Island, Zi Yan stood there quietly, her purple-gold eyes slowly sweeping over the figures kneeling on the ground before finally falling on the three figures kneeling at the very front.
At that moment, no expression could be seen on Zi Yan's face.
But in her heart, she stirred slightly and subconsciously turned her head to glance at the figure behind her who had concealed his aura.
Lin Ming stood not far away, looking at this scene, and gave a slight nod.
That gaze seemed to be saying: Go on. This is your stage.
Zi Yan took back her gaze and took a deep breath. A sharp glint suddenly flashed through her purple-gold eyes.
Then her voice slowly rang out.
That voice was not loud; it could even be called calm. But within that calm was an unquestionable majesty that clearly entered everyone's ears.
"South Dragon King! West Dragon King! North Dragon King!!!"
Zi Yan spoke slowly, her tone revealing no joy or anger, merely reciting the three men's titles so plainly.
Yet that plain voice fell into the ears of Zhu Xu and the other two like a thunderclap exploding! Their bodies trembled involuntarily!
"Dragon... Your Majesty!"
Zhu Xu lifted his head with difficulty. His face was now filled with terror. His voice stammered, trembling uncontrollably.
"Th-that was all... all in the past. We... we were foolish for a moment, and only then... only then committed such... such a grave mistake!"
He swallowed and tried hard to make his voice sound steadier, but the trembling at the end betrayed the fear in his heart.
"N-now we have already turned away from evil and returned to righteousness. We... we are only ordinary members of our clan!"
When Zhu Xu finished speaking, the cold sweat on his forehead had already