The Dragon Race was proud. Making them submit would be no easy task.
Wang Daoyuan planned to have Spirit Refining teach them a proper lesson first. Once they had lost their tempers, he could deal with them slowly.
He remained in his cave abode, meditating and circulating his cultivation technique to improve his cultivation.
Meanwhile, Cang Ming and Cang Yun returned to the Azure Sea Dragon Palace.
Most of the other true dragons who had attended the banquet had already left.
Only Old Dragon Cang Hai and the black-robed elder who had previously wanted to marry his granddaughter to Wang Daoyuan remained in the main hall.
Cang Hai asked, "I heard from Brother Mo Yuan that Wang Daoyuan captured that old fool Yu Shan alive with a casual move.
The six helpers Yu Shan brought only lasted five breaths in total. Is that true?"
Cang Ming nodded. "It is true. I was aboard the Wang Clan's warship at the time, and I saw the entire battle clearly."
Cang Yun chimed in, "That old ghost Yu Shan and his helpers were complete trash. When I exchanged moves with Wang Daoyuan, I lasted longer than they did."
Before he could finish speaking, Cang Ming slapped the back of his head. "What nonsense is a child like you spouting? Yu Shan is from the same generation as your grandfather. Is 'old ghost Yu Shan' something you can call him?
Last time, Fellow Daoist Wang simply did not take you seriously. If he had truly gone for the kill, you would not even have had a chance to react."
Seeing his grandson struck, Cang Hai was displeased. "You unfilial brat, just talk if you want to talk. Why did you hit my grandson?"
Cang Ming wore a miserable expression and muttered softly, "This little