The Second-generation Wizard King had also studied the Dragon Clan mentioned by Green, the First-generation Wizard King.
In terms of racial talents, among life forms of the same tier, the Dragon Clan ranked among the exceptionally formidable. Whether in the evolution of their physiques, the development of logical intelligence, their control and application of energy, or even their adaptability, they were objectively powerful in every regard. Had their numbers not been so sparse and their race not lacked social organization, it would not have been impossible for them to develop into a Civilization World race given enough time.
According to the research leads of Green, the First-generation Wizard King, the reason the Dragon Clan was so scarce was very likely some kind of bloodline curse!
Needless to say, the caster of that curse had surely been the victorious Evil Dragon Clan.
"The Dragon Clan?"
Tap, tap, tap, tap.
The Second-generation Wizard King's fingertips unconsciously tapped against the armrest as he looked at the Evil Dragon envoy, who had shrunk to around two meters. Beneath the grayish-white Face of Truth, a faintly intrigued and sinister curve emerged. He said in a low voice, "The Dragon Clan was a race subdued by the First-generation Wizard King after he conquered a remote world, back before he had achieved his hegemony. They have already signed a contract with the First-generation Wizard King. Though their status in the alliance is not particularly high, because of their special connection with the First-generation Wizard King, heh heh heh heh..."
Neither confirming nor denying anything, the Second-generation Wizard King fixed his three eyes directly upon the Evil Dragon envoy.
The many True Spirit Wizards present, as well as the two alliance overlords, all followed the Second-generation Wizard King's lead and said nothing.
The Evil Dragon envoy felt unprecedented