At these words, all the dragons fell silent.
Breaking through to the Mahayana Realm before the age of a thousand was astonishing. Even though dragons cultivated far faster than the Demon Race, they were still much slower than humans.
What was more, Wang Daoyuan's cultivation speed was unprecedented even among humans.
If they offended Wang Daoyuan and failed to leave him behind,
then in a few hundred years,
once his cultivation advanced greatly, the dragons of Dragon Abyss would inevitably be slaughtered to the last.
Cang Yun was still unconvinced. "The lowly human race can only rely on luck."
Seeing his attitude, the young man raised a hand to slap him.
Cang Hai stopped him. "Cang Ming, why are you hitting him?"
"This brat is hopeless, always calling humans lowly.
The Great Tribulation is not far off, and even the Dragon Race may struggle to protect itself.
If he remains this arrogant during the tribulation,
when humanity grows powerful,
how could they possibly tolerate our Dragon Race?"
Cang Hai laughed. "Weren't you the same when you had just come of age?
When I was young, I was even more arrogant than him.
Among the dragons of my generation in Dragon Abyss, which one hadn't I beaten?
Later, when I had all of you and a whole family to worry about, I no longer dared to be so wild.
Cang Yun has yet to come of age, and his talent is far greater than mine was in my youth. A little arrogance is perfectly normal."
With his grandfather backing him, Cang Yun found his courage again. "Father, our Dragon Race carries the bloodline of the Yinglong. We've weathered countless storms and waves.
Without those lowly humans, haven't we survived just fine?"
Cang Hai smiled. "From now on, stop calling humans lowly.