Tai Yi's words made the atmosphere in the hall suddenly tense.
Di Jun feigned displeasure and sternly rebuked him. "Tai Yi, Daoist Zhu Long is a guest. Your words this time were far too rude!"
"Forgive me, Elder Brother," Tai Yi replied calmly. "I merely spoke on impulse."
The atmosphere on the verge of a showdown within the hall eased somewhat.
Fuxi had been observing silently and spoke at the right moment.
"Daoist Zhu Long, you have come from afar. Why not state your purpose plainly?"
Zhu Long's eyes flickered as he spoke with a trace of earnestness. "The Demon Race's ideals are also deeply shared by my Dragon Clan. If Fellow Daoist Di Jun does not disdain us, my Dragon Clan is willing to join the Demon Race and govern the Four Seas on its behalf."
Di Jun, Tai Yi, and Fuxi had more or less understood Zhu Long's intentions.
At present, Dong Wangong's edge was fully exposed. The Dragon Clan absolutely could not withstand him.
Zhu Long had come seeking protection, intending to borrow the Demon Race's power to block the blade.
On a deeper level, he had likely also taken a liking to the Demon Race's flourishing luck and wished to claim a share of its Creation.
Though Zhu Long had tried his best to suppress the weak aura within him, traces of it could still be seen. It was impossible to hide from Di Jun's eyes.
By Di Jun's estimate, Zhu Long could barely contend with Dong Wangong. But if Queen Mother of the West joined the fight, Zhu Long would certainly lose.
What was more, Dong Wangong had recently been making a grand display of drilling the Ten Thousand Immortals Array, its momentum vast and imposing.
The power of this array absolutely could not be