Yang Jian looked back at Yang Chan and said, "Third Sister, you really shouldn't have come here."
Yang Chan gazed at the brutal battlefield, bit her lip, and her eyes reddened a little. "I'm sorry, Second Brother!"
She had never seen a battlefield before.
Never before—but today she had. The sky was full of blood, the surface of the sea had been dyed a swath of crimson, and everywhere she looked was red with blood. Screams rang out without end, and the savage slaughter was like an Asura hell.
"Second Brother... you killed my second brother..."
Ao Cunxin shoved Yang Chan away and pointed at Yang Jian, speaking in unbearable grief. "How could you kill my second brother?"
Yang Jian held the dragon's head in his hand, silent.
"Heh, you girl, you really don't make any sense. If your second brother hadn't sneak-attacked my Second Master from behind, how would he have ended up like this?" Third Mei Mountain Brother snorted.
"Cunxin, why have you come back?"
When Ao Run saw his daughter, he flew toward Ao Cunxin in delight.
Ao Cunxin was his third daughter, and of course, she was also the orthodox direct line born of the principal Dragon Queen.
Among the dragon race, the difference in treatment between the direct line and branch lines of the royal bloodline could be called as far apart as heaven and earth.
Ao Lie watched Ao Run, whose face seemed to have changed completely, and his hand clenched tightly around his sword.
Of course, sometimes the Dragon King's personal attitude decided a great deal as well.
Ao Mo'ang gently patted his shoulder.
Ao Lie quickly loosened his hand. "Eldest Brother?"
Mo'ang said in a low voice, "Third brother, just now Father was only overcome with grief because your second brother was