Zhu Long boldly struck again, displaying his might once more.
Yet turmoil surged within his chest, and his old wounds had already been aggravated.
In the past, during the decisive battle, Zhu Long had been severely injured.
The gravest wound had come when Luo Hou appeared to wrap things up and casually stabbed him with his spear.
The damage inflicted by the Godslaying Spear had persisted to this day, impossible to dispel.
Had Luo Hou not been targeting someone else at the time, Zhu Long would likely have fallen long ago. He could never have survived until now.
Dong Wangong held his sword in hand, his aura pressing down as he shouted sternly:
"Zhu Long! You gravely wounded an elder of my Immortal Court. This matter will not end easily!"
Zhu Long had long known the Immortal Court had come with ill intent. He showed them no courtesy, his gaze icy as his pressure surged:
"Youngsters, when This Seat was conquering the Primordial Wilderness, you had not even taken form!
"The Immortal Court army has pressed against our borders and threatened my Dragon Clan. Never mind merely injuring one of your people—if you had been one step slower just now, that ant would already have died!"
Dong Wangong spoke with righteous indignation:
"The Dragon Clan refuses discipline. This Seat bears Heaven's mandate and must punish you, making an example to the Primordial Wilderness!"
As his words fell, ripples spread through the void. Daoist Baichuan, Daoist Ranmu, Lingbo Immortal, Wan Hua Fairy, Old Ancestor Lieyun, Qixia Yuanjun, and Jingxu Zi appeared one after another.
In an instant, nine figures ringed the firmament. Their auras overlapped, blanketing the heavens and covering the East Sea.
Together with Dong Wangong and the Queen Mother of the West, there were two Quasi-Saints at the Quasi-Saint