Roar!
The Nine Divine Dragons looked as if they had been carved from the same mold. Their pitch-black scales and sharp claws glinted with a chilling light.
The pressure of their bloodline left every living creature in the Primordial World struggling to breathe.
In the far north, a million miles of snow-covered mountains suddenly exploded. Zhu Rong shot into the sky, hoping to return to the Primordial World.
There were actually Dragon Clan members this powerful in the world.
If he and Ancestral Dragon had been this powerful back then, the Dragon Clan would never have fallen into decline.
He felt he ought to do something for his descendants!
Crack! Crack!
He had barely stepped beyond the far north when tribulation clouds gathered. Countless bolts of lightning rained down as if they cost nothing.
During the Dragon-Han Initial Tribulation, he had chosen to guard the far north for eternity to protect the surviving members of his clan.
Now he had broken his oath to the Heavenly Dao. Naturally, he had to face punishment.
Amid the lightning and flames that filled the sky, Zhu Rong was on the verge of death, nearly burned to a crisp.
A streak of purple light descended from the sky, turning into a pair of shackles that bound Zhu Rong and dragged him back to the far north.
Too many unexpected events had occurred, leaving the Heavenly Dao uneasy. Zhu Rong had happened to cross its bottom line.
"Ancestor!"
The East Sea Dragon King called out to the Nine Divine Dragons, bringing the remaining members of his clan with him.
Unfortunately, they received no response.
"Does the Dragon Clan have no shame at all?"
Daoist Zhunti shook his head and spoke with disdain.
Everyone knew that the Dragon Clan had only two ancestors: Ancestral Dragon and