The North Dragon King knelt halfway in the void, both hands desperately bracing the fractured space.
That trace of Dragon Emperor pressure from Zhu Kun had already faded, yet the suppression left within his bloodline remained like a red-hot nail driven deep into his marrow.
Frost-white dragon aura continuously tore through the flesh of his left shoulder.
An Azure Dragon Seal flickered faintly over his chest.
The lingering resentment of the West Dragon King and South Dragon King had been completely awakened under the pull of Zi Yan's Dragon Phoenix Bloodline and Xiao Fan's Soul Force.
"North Dragon King..."
"You devoured our bloodlines..."
"You stole our Dragon Seals..."
"You think you deserve to be called emperor..."
Those lingering voices echoed endlessly in the depths of his soul.
The North Dragon King's eyes were bloodshot. His expression alternated between savage and twisted, while the three-headed dragon phantom behind him continuously tore at itself.
The black-purple dragon head in the center roared madly.
The frost-white and azure dragon heads on either side seemed to have finally broken free of their chains and began to devour their host in return.
The military formations of the three islands fell into complete chaos.
The dragon guards of West Dragon Island and South Dragon Island looked at the North Dragon King, their fear turning to anger, then their anger turning to confusion.
They had come under orders to "crusade against the false East Dragon."
But now, they had seen with their own eyes the remnants of the West and South Dragon Kings' bloodlines within the North Dragon King's body.
They had heard the lingering souls of the two Dragon Kings accuse him with their own ears.
This so-called crusade against the false ruler had been a lie from the very beginning.
The North Dragon King had