But what about the Dragon Fighting Plane?
The Master said one word: "March."
Good heavens, the entire plane sprang into action in an instant.
No one complained, no one squabbled, and no one haggled.
Every last one rubbed their fists and flexed their palms, afraid they would arrive too late to get a fight.
What the hell kind of race was this?
Vance had lived for hundreds of thousands of years, yet he had never seen an army like this.
They were simply... simply born for war!
Hearing the two of them, Zhong Shenxiu's lips curved into a smile.
He glanced over the eager Fighting Dragon Warriors below, his tone calm.
"You'll get used to it."
"The Fighting Dragon Clan has always been like this."
"When it's time to fight, we fight. Why waste so much breath?"
He spoke as though it were nothing.
But the pride in his voice was impossible to hide.
These were his people.
This was his Fighting Dragon Clan!
Born for battle, living for conquest!
At a single command, a thousand dragons sallied forth!
This was how the Fighting Dragon Clan ought to be!
This was a race capable of sweeping through the heavens and waging war across countless worlds!
Lan Jinghe rolled her eyes at Zhong Shenxiu's utterly matter-of-fact expression.
She finally understood.
This fellow did not take interplanar warfare seriously at all.
To him, it was as easy as going out on a hunt.
And fair enough.
The hundreds below were all battle dragons, and they even had god-level powerhouses like the Twelve Star Dragons.
On the other side, the Thunder Whale Plane had only Duke Leiwen, a peak first-level god, and a few second-level god small fry.
Wouldn't a battle be nothing but a crushing defeat for them?
Lan Jinghe sighed.
Suddenly,