An older dragon beside him, whose scales had begun to turn white, flew into a rage after hearing this.
He grabbed the Fire-Attribute Battle Dragon by the collar and sprayed his face with spit.
"Fuck your mother!"
"Back when I followed the Four Great God King Dragons against Black Death Dragon, you were probably still sleeping in some crack between rocks!"
"What gives you the right to be on the same team as me? Compared to me, you're just a green recruit!"
"I've shed more blood than you've drunk water!"
"And you've got the nerve to compete with me?"
The old dragon glared furiously, his entire body trembling with rage.
The Fire-Attribute Battle Dragon's face turned bright red from the scolding. He opened his mouth, but could not get a word out for a long while.
Just as the place was descending into chaos,
a figure cautiously squeezed in from behind the crowd.
This native Dragon King of the Douluo Plane had broad shoulders, an upright posture, handsome and resolute features, black hair streaked with a single strand of gold, and imposing golden eyes. Yet at this moment, he looked somewhat restrained.
It was Di Tian, who had only recently joined the Fighting Dragon Clan.
He hunched his neck, looked at the dragons from other planes who were arguing until their faces and necks were red, and cautiously raised a hand.
"Everyone... everyone."
He cleared his throat, trying to make his voice sound a little more weighty.
"Could I, Di Tian, say a few words?"
"I think we're all members of the Fighting Dragon Clan, all serving the Master. There's no need to argue like this."
"How about... we sit down and discuss this properly?"
"After all, war depends on cooperation, not on whoever has the loudest voice..."
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