Behind Dragon God City stood a towering mountain, ten thousand meters high, wreathed in mist like a paradise on earth.
Upon a cliff, a white-robed old man sat cross-legged, holding a black fishing rod as he fished from the precipice.
Yet the black fishing rod had neither hook nor line. It was merely a rod.
Not to mention that this was a cliff with a bottomless abyss below, where there was no prey at all—even if prey did appear, how could he possibly catch it with nothing but a fishing rod?
But the white-robed elder paid this no mind. With his eyes closed, he rested in serene contentment, his aura merged as one with nature. He seemed like a stone statue that had always stood upon this mountaintop, utterly motionless.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!!
At that moment, dozens of figures appeared below the mountain. Every one of them possessed peak King Realm strength. They were all Dragon-Man Kings, elders of the Dragon-Man Race.
They had all come here now, arriving before the white-robed old man.
Even within Dragon God City, these Dragon-Man elders were great figures of immense authority, commanding hundreds of millions of soldiers. With a single order, they could slaughter an entire city.
Yet before this white-robed elder, they did not even dare breathe too loudly, afraid of disturbing him.
For this elder was the Dragon-Man Race's Emperor Realm expert—Emperor Gran!
"Emperor Gran!"
The Dragon-Man Kings stepped forward and spoke with utmost respect.
Without turning his head, Emperor Gran remained perfectly still, his hand gripping the black fishing rod. "You have all come to find me at once. Has something major happened in Dragon God City?"
"Yes, Emperor Gran."
A Dragon-Man elder said in a deep voice, "Earlier, a King Realm human named Xia Ping breached Dragon Horn City