A heavy suit of crimson armor trimmed in gold, ink-black bat wings folded behind his back, and an undying flame blazing brightly between his brows.
It was Badi Holy Dragon.
He had always stood guard here, protecting the plane core.
Hearing footsteps, Badi Holy Dragon turned his head.
The instant he saw Zhong Shenxiu, a flicker of delight flashed through his eyes.
"Greetings, The Master!"
Badi Holy Dragon immediately dropped to one knee and slammed his right fist heavily against his chest.
His armor collided with a dull clang.
"Rise."
Zhong Shenxiu waved a hand. His tone was calm, yet carried unquestionable authority.
"Beat the drum. Convene the Grand Dragon Assembly."
A trace of surprise flashed through Badi Holy Dragon's eyes.
The Grand Dragon Assembly?
That was the highest-level gathering of the Fighting Dragon Clan!
The last time it had been convened was when the Four Great God King Dragons had joined forces to stand against Black Death Dragon!
Is The Master about to make a major move?
Thoughts raced through Badi Holy Dragon's mind, but he did not dare ask.
"Yes!"
He answered in a deep voice and immediately rose to his feet.
He turned and walked toward a massive drum beside the altar.
That drum had been fashioned from their former conquests. Its drumhead, frame, and mallets had all been polished from the hide, spine, and horns of those foes.
Badi Holy Dragon gripped the drumsticks with both hands and took a deep breath.
Boom—
The first drumbeat rang out.
The sound was low and heavy, as though it had risen from the depths of the earth.
Boom—boom—boom—
The drumming grew faster and louder.
A wondrous rhythm spread outward in every direction along the dragon patterns carved into the altar.
Wherever the drumbeats passed, even the world's vital