The Abyssal Flame Dragon clan and the Ice Dragon clan possessed conflicting attributes and had never been on good terms. The two clans often raided each other for young female dragons and even unhatched dragon eggs, so all manner of friction frequently erupted between them.
The Flame Dragon who had come to report the news excitedly described to Lin Qi the miserable state of the Ice Dragon young prince, who had been slain with a single sword stroke. Lin Qi, however, wore a grave expression as he ordered his trusted aides to take Arushiman and the other Celestial Spirits somewhere safe, then hurriedly led his men toward the site of the disturbance.
While still far from the scene, Lin Qi heard the roaring of Bruslan, the Ice Dragon Emperor of the Abyssal Dragon clan. A thousand-meter-long giant dragon, deep blue from head to tail, hovered in midair, brewing an enormous sphere of freezing energy a hundred miles in diameter within its jaws. His own son had been killed by a single sword strike. For the Dragon clan, whose pure-blooded offspring were exceedingly scarce, this was an unbearable loss—and an utter humiliation.
More Ice Dragons were rushing over from every direction. At least several hundred powerful Ice Dragons had gathered around Bruslan. Vast numbers of mixed-blood Ice Dragon descendants, such as ice-attribute wyverns and half-dragons, were also speeding over with Killing Intent boiling around them. For a time, Holy Mountain descended into chaos. Some of Lin Qi's violent-tempered bastards took the chance to stir up trouble, and countless cries of alarm and screams from the Goddess of Pleasure's priestesses had already come from the Temple of Pleasure.
"Send a law-enforcement squad to suppress them. Tell those bastards who can't keep their hands off their crotches that they're now regular soldiers of