The winds and clouds scattered, and the dragon fell into the sea abyss. The Heavenly Sea was tranquil once more. Countless dragons and guests from across the Ten Continents who had witnessed the scene fell silent, their shock leaving them speechless.
"Th-this is... who?" Only after quite some time did a visitor from beyond Zhongheng Dao Continent, here for the Dragon Palace Dao Inquiry Banquet, speak up in astonishment. "Why has the Heavenly Sea turned into a chaotic battlefield right from the start? Does the Ancestral Dragon Hall have no rules?!"
They had not seen clearly who An Jing was, nor did they know why the two sides had come to blows. They were merely stunned that, from beginning to end, not a single dragon had come forward to stop them, as though the Ancestral Dragon Hall, a lofty pinnacle Upper Sect, did not exist at all!
But that was simply because they did not understand dragons.
For after a brief silence, what followed was a vast, clamorous wave of cheers and praise!
"Excellent fight!"
"That palm strike was so handsome! What Supernatural Ability was that?" "Are your ear bones broken? He already said it was just a slap!"
"Hit him harder! How did you not beat that brat to death?!"
"By the Ancestral Dragon Saint Venerable, is there really a human body cultivator stronger than a dragon?"
"What pure Taibai divine might! It tastes exactly like those Dao Court immortals and gods recorded in the hall—authentic as can be!"
The ones shouting, cheering, praising, and egging them on were all dragons.
It was not that Jin Xuanzhang had poor dragon affinity and lacked the dragons' favor, so that they were delighting in his misfortune. Rather, dragons were naturally fond of stirring things up and fanning flames; they loved noise