When Xuanyuan Che finished speaking, his voice carried the unique indifference and majesty of the Imperial Clan.
Jiang Tianxing's face instantly turned ashen. As a descendant of an Imperial Clan, though not a core Imperial Son, he had always been surrounded by stars wherever he went. When had he ever suffered such humiliation? Especially that undisguised contempt, as if the name of the Wan Chu Imperial Clan were no more than roadside weeds.
Yet the Imperial Clan Mark between his brows, still faintly aching and nearly shattered, along with the terrified look in the guardian elder's eyes, reminded him that this seemingly youthful fellow possessed a bloodline origin too terrifying to imagine—someone he absolutely could not afford to provoke.
"You..." Jiang Tianxing gritted his teeth, still wanting to spit out a few threats. But when he met Xuanyuan Che's beautiful, utterly emotionless eyes, every word lodged in his throat. He had no doubt that if he said even one more word, the other party would truly kill him without hesitation.
"Let's go!" In the end, overwhelming humiliation crushed his fury. Jiang Tianxing forced out three words through clenched teeth and sharply waved his hand.
The nine dragons let out unwilling wails and dragged the golden war chariot away as it tore through the void in utter disarray, vanishing in an instant. Even the broken Imperial Decree was hastily put away, as though leaving it out for another moment would be a disgrace.
Inside and outside Eastern Xuan Academy, silence reigned.
Before everyone had recovered from the Heaven Ranking's strange phenomenon, they witnessed an even more thrilling scene.
An Imperial Clan's recruitment offer? Scared off by a single cold snort!
He had even declared that he would slaughter the flood dragons pulling their chariot. What overwhelming dominance and might!
"Gulp." Someone