"Do you still have any regard for me, your Dragon King?"
The enormous Dragon King dwelling within the abyss of the Eastern Sea was like a powder keg set alight. Rage filled his body, and scales steeped in ancient, mysterious, majestic, sacred auras rose one after another as he stared down at the many members of his clan below.
The Dragon King's gaze made the scales of the dragon clan's direct descendants explode outward. Some of the weaker ones were pressed flat against the seabed, unable to move.
Some ancient old dragons, whose blood had merely rushed to their heads for a moment, were glared at by the Dragon King and recalled something. Their entire bodies first stiffened, then they went limp and sprawled across the seabed.
"Your Majesty, we are true dragons who roam the Four Seas! Others have climbed onto our heads and run wild, yet we still do not strike back. What will the people of the world think? Where is the dignity of our dragon clan?"
A young true dragon who had dared accept the rank of duke forcibly endured the Dragon King's fury, raised his head, and roared.
Quite a few equally young true dragons at his side saw the Dragon King reveal an approving look and promptly began to speak as well.
As for the old dragons, they all lowered their heads as they watched these young dragons stubbornly charge into a stone wall.
The next moment, the Dragon King flicked his tail and carved out a trench in the seabed. Every true dragon who had just spoken was suppressed beneath it.
"How brazenly you run wild! How dare you say we should not strike back! How dare you ask where our dignity is!"
The Dragon King was practically grinding his teeth. With every