Three Supreme Grandmasters of the Human Race.
Purple Bamboo still stood with his arms folded, watching coldly as the Dragon Clan commanded the vast seawater. His expression remained as indifferent as ever. "In Ancient Antiquity, the Dragon Clan was merely one branch among ten thousand races. And now it dares to claim the Four Seas—"
His origins were extraordinary, and few beings had ever been worthy of his regard.
Just then, another figure stepped out of the void.
He was a handsome man in blood-red robes, tall and straight, with a vermilion jewel gleaming darkly on his brow. His beauty was unmatched, his deep-set eyes dark as night.
Another Supreme Grandmaster.
Xu Wuji and the others naturally recognized him: Danling, who had appeared in the Heavenly Emperor's Treasury.
He had done as he pleased inside the treasury. Now that he had left the secret realm, his manner had not changed in the slightest.
A shadow from those days fell over the hearts of the assembled prodigies once more.
Danling looked toward the Four Seas Dragon Kings, the mockery in his eyes deepening. "The Dragon Clan? In Ancient Antiquity, it was nothing but a meal for the mighty races. In Medieval Antiquity, its old dragons were rain officials who drove clouds and spread rain at the command of Daoists, forbidden from making the slightest error."
"Rocs even fed on True Dragons."
"And now you throw your weight around."
The Devil Lord of All Living's brow slowly eased. For all the Dragon Clan's menacing display, it would never truly dare to flood the Southern Border.
Eagle-Sorrow Gorge and its surroundings, however, would likely become an ocean.
He smiled faintly and turned to the two beside him. "I ask you both to lend me a hand."
Purple Bamboo and Danling nodded their agreement