On North Dragon Island, void-cold tides surged.
Inside the main hall, the atmosphere was so oppressive it had nearly solidified.
A shattered communication dragon talisman floated in the center of the hall. A faint trace of purple-gold Dragon Phoenix pressure still lingered upon it.
That pressure was not intense, yet it was like a thorn piercing deep into the bloodlines of every Ancient Void Dragon in the hall.
Below the dais, the North Dragon Island envoy who had previously sent a message to East Dragon Island knelt prostrate on the ground.
Both his knees had already shattered. His face was deathly pale, and the dragon aura throughout his body was in utter disarray.
Moments ago, through the communication dragon talisman, he had told East Dragon Island to send the Dragon Emperor Bloodline to North Dragon Island for examination.
The next instant, Zi Yan had forced him to his knees from afar.
That kneeling was not merely upon the ground.
It was a kneeling within his bloodline.
On the high seat, the North Dragon King's expression was grim.
He held a fragment of the communication talisman in his hand. Zi Yan's final words still faintly echoed from it.
"Recognize me, then come kneel."
"If you want to seize me, then come die."
Crack.
The fragment crumbled into powder in the North Dragon King's palm.
"Dragon Phoenix Bloodline..."
The North Dragon King slowly spoke, his voice low as though he were suppressing a ferocious beast about to break free from its cage.
"What a Dragon Phoenix Bloodline."
No one in the hall dared to respond.
They could all sense the North Dragon King's fury.
Even more so, they sensed the fear hidden beneath that fury.
It was not fear of Zi Yan's current strength.
It was fear of that title.
Zhu Kun's