Xu Feng spoke silently, "Since that method didn't work just now, what do we do next?"
What other methods were there?
"These crawling vermin actually dream of fighting their way out. How naïve to the point of laughability."
"In that remote backwater, you may summon wind and rain, but here, if you're a dragon, you must lie prone; if you're a tiger, you must crouch low."
"Perfect. This time, there's no need to crouch low."
Ao Ping looked at the people before him and sneered. Even now, these fellows still wanted to fight their way out. They truly did not take them seriously.
What laughable fools.
"Kill them."
"Wait."
Just as Ao Ping finished speaking, a voice drifted over from afar.
Ao Ping looked up and saw Ao Guang approaching at an unhurried pace. Dressed in a long robe, his expression was gentle as jade.
"What are you thinking?"
Ao Ping frowned as he looked at Ao Guang.
Ao Guang, like him, belonged to the East Sea Dragon Clan. Both he and Ao Guang had been fathered by the Dragon King of the East Sea, who was also the East Sea Dragon Clan's clan leader.
By that reckoning, Ao Guang was his younger brother.
However, Ao Guang's mother came from an extraordinary background—so extraordinary that even he feared her greatly.
"Let them go. I will guarantee their lives."
Ao Guang looked at Ao Ping and spoke lightly, as though he were merely discussing something utterly ordinary.
"Ao Guang, let me remind you: know your place. Think carefully about where you came from."
"You belong to the East Sea Dragon Clan, and you are also my younger brother."
Ao Ping sternly reprimanded Ao Guang.
He had never imagined that Ao Guang would make such a request.
As the East Sea Dragon