Qian Daochen ran his fingertips along the blade.
The Godslaying Sword trembled gently.
A sword's hum rang in his ears.
"You've slept so long, yet your temper hasn't changed."
The Godslaying Sword left his hand.
It circled Qian Daochen once, then hovered beside him.
Its tip tilted slightly upward.
Qian Daochen looked at the members of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan.
The man at their head possessed rank ninety-five soul power.
The others standing at the front had all reached the Soul Douluo realm.
It seemed the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan's leaders had all arrived.
"Perfect timing."
Yu Yuanzhen knitted his brows.
"Who exactly are you?"
Qian Daochen glanced at him.
"Qian Daochen."
The name fell.
Silence returned to the summit of Thunder Mountain.
Several elders exchanged looks.
The answer Yu Yuanzhen had least wanted to hear had come all the same.
The First Elder stared at Qian Daochen.
"You're the White-Clothed Swordsman from Heaven Dou City?"
"That's right."
"Venom Douluo Dugu Bo has already acknowledged you as his master?"
"That's right."
"You also resurrected the Ice and Fire Dragon Kings?"
"That's right."
Gazes shifted to Qian Daochen's shoulders.
Only then did everyone truly realize what those two palm-sized dragon shadows were.
The Ice and Fire Dragon Kings.
Two god-rank beings.
The clan's powerhouses, whose anger had been rising moments earlier, immediately lost much of their bluster.
The Fire Dragon King raised his head.
"My lord, shall I burn this mountain down?"
The Ice Dragon King surveyed the surroundings.
"I could freeze the entire mountain range."
The soul power within Yu Yuanzhen instantly tensed.
A mere glance from the two little dragons sent an overwhelming pressure through his Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon martial soul.
It was suppression born of superior bloodlines.
Qian Daochen raised a hand to stop