The phantom of Ancestral Dragon Hall manifesting was naturally the will of the Four Seasons Dragon Gods. Beneath this radiance, both Jin Yanhua and Wang Xuantong had no choice but to withdraw.
Yet aside from that single "Enough," spoken by some unknown Dragon God, the phantom of Ancestral Dragon Hall made no further move. It even seemed poised to fade into the clouds and vanish.
[Dragon God, Your Majesty!]
Seeing this, Wang Xuantong could not help extending his tail and shouting, [Whoever it may be, no one should casually strike out and injure the Dragon Court's dragon guards. Even if An Jing is Heavenly Fate, he still ought to—]
[That's enough.]
Before Wang Xuantong could finish, the voice from Ancestral Dragon Hall said lazily, [He didn't go around drawing blades either. He just greeted him with his bare hands. Xuanzhang simply failed to catch it.]
[If you ask me, Xuanzhang's skills aren't up to par. He needs more practice.]
[But—] Wang Xuantong was, after all, a Heavenly Sea Dragon General, and still wanted to argue his case. But the voice from Ancestral Dragon Hall interrupted again. [Enough. Never mind that the dragon isn't dead—my Heavenly Sea Dragon Court invited the outstanding talents and prodigies of the Ten Continents here for such a grand event. Are a few deaths and a few dismantled dragons really not allowed?]
[Go ahead and ask all the prodigies present what they think about being beaten to death because their skills fell short—are they all such sore losers?]
[Xuantong, don't be so narrow-minded. I don't see Xuanzhang objecting either.]
Beneath the Heavenly Sea, in the depths of the East Sea abyss on Zhongheng Dao Continent, a bright yellow divine dragon lay unconscious on the seafloor.
The scales all over Jin Xuanzhang's body had shattered, and pale