Before making the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan swear a Heavenly Dao oath, Zhang Shuai took out a communication talisman and concisely relayed the situation here and his demands to Ao Yan, the Dragon Clan chief far away in the Ten-Thousand Dragons Nest.
Less than half a day later, waves of majestic dragon roars echoed through the skies above Gilded Mountain.
Led by Ao Yan, four highly respected Dragon Clan elders at the mid-stage Demon King realm, each with profound cultivation, rode the wind and clouds as they arrived together.
When they saw the shattered mountain-protecting formation and the shocking chasm atop the mountain, sensed the lingering destructive sword intent and oppressive atmosphere in the air, and then saw the ashen, humiliated faces of Peng Wanli and the other Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan experts, they understood at once. Beyond their shock, boundless excitement and emotion surged within them.
They knew that Zhang Shuai had used thunderous means to remove a major obstacle for the Dragon Clan!
"Chief Ao Yan, elders, thank you for coming." Zhang Shuai gave Ao Yan and the others a slight nod.
"Fellow Daoist Zhang, your divine might is unmatched!" Ao Yan and the others hurriedly returned the greeting. Their gazes toward Zhang Shuai were filled with gratitude. Investing in and forging ties with Zhang Shuai had been the Dragon Clan's most successful decision and greatest opportunity. Now, the returns had arrived—the Dragon Clan's harvest season had begun.
Next, under the joint witness of Zhang Shuai and the Dragon Clan members, forty Demon Kings of the Golden-Winged Great Peng Clan, led by Chief Peng Wanli, stepped forward one by one with solemn expressions. Facing the heavens, they used their true demon souls and bloodline inheritances as the basis to swear Heavenly Dao blood oaths: for all eternity, they