Daluo? No Panic!

"Heavenly Court? Heh. There's nothing so untouchable about the Heavenly Court. If war is declared, then war is declared."

That dragon raised its head and glanced at the endless vault of heaven, then said, "You—and all of you—remember this well. No matter how far the Dragon Clan has fallen, no matter how much we live under another's roof, we have not yet fallen so low that anyone can butcher us as they please. I hear there's a dish in the heavens called dragon liver and phoenix marrow. Dragon liver... does it taste good?"

The moment those words were spoken, Lu Chuan, who had been slightly tipsy from drinking, instantly sobered completely. His expression turned grave as he looked at that dragon.

"Declare war? What dragon dares decide for the Dragon Clan?"

Lu Chuan looked at it coldly. "Has your head drifted into the clouds? Which sea are you under? Who is your superior—Ao Guang or Ao Qin...?"

This time, he truly was somewhat angry.

The Dragon Clan had fallen, lived under another's roof in the Heavenly Court, and held a very low status—this was already an indisputable fact.

The Heavenly Court did indeed have a dish called dragon liver and phoenix marrow, but he had never eaten it, so what did it have to do with him?

On the contrary, because the Dragon Clan had once possessed supreme glory, and because of his ties to the East Sea, Lu Chuan had never kicked them while they were down.

And this time, after Ao Guang had shown his willingness to cling to his thigh, he had even been prepared to offer the Dragon Clan some protection.

And then...

A dragon had run out halfway to declare war on him, on the Heavenly Court?

Boom!

The White Dragon circled in the sky,