Before Dragon-Taming Hall (3/3)

Beneath the massive gates, a dense line of people stretched out like a black trail of ants. All of them were desperately pushing against the gates, trying to force the two doors open.

Had they not raced all this way for the Dragon Transformation Nine Slashes that might be hidden within the palace?

"Hey, you three, come over and push!" While Zhou Heng and the others were still observing, a middle-aged man immediately strode over and barked at them.

He was a Sunflare King, though only around the fifth wheel. Zhou Heng gave him a single glance before withdrawing his gaze, not even bothering to answer—if the man had been polite, then even if he did not intend to help, he would have declined courteously. But who told the man to put on such an arrogant air from the start?

"Hey, and who the hell do you think you are?" Black Donkey said with his head held high.

"Hmph, now is the time for everyone to pool their strength. Do you think you can enter Dragon-Taming Hall without paying even the slightest price?" the middle-aged man said discontentedly.

"What about them, then?" Black Donkey pointed with a hoof. There were still plenty of people outside the gates standing by with folded arms. Some had even taken out tables and chairs, brewed hot tea, and were sitting there calmly sipping it.

"Them?" The middle-aged man immediately revealed a look of contempt. "They are all Ascension Realm elites. Can you compare yourselves to them?"

"Peh, peh, peh! What kind of crap is that? Are you looking down on your Lord Donkey?" Black Donkey flew into a rage, making as if to roll up his sleeves as he snorted through his nostrils.

"A mere demon beast dares show off before me?" The middle-aged