Ao Gong nearly cursed aloud. How had the dignified Flood Dragon Sage Palace ever suffered such extraordinary humiliation?
Other than being restrained by Li Daoyuan's power, and apart from the few Half-Sages of unparalleled strength, the Human Race's Half-Sages simply could not defeat the Flood Dragon Sage. After all, the Flood Dragon Sage had lived for over ten thousand years; even a newly advanced Second Saint or Great Sage could not kill him.
Though the Flood Dragon Sage could not compare to the True Dragon sages, he was still of the Dragon Race lineage, not much weaker than an ordinary Dragon Race Half-Sage.
And now, the Flood Dragon Sage Palace had actually been attacked at its doorstep. With almost every passing breath, the thought of perishing together with Fang Yun flashed through Ao Gong's mind.
"Evidence? How could the secrets of Sainthood and Dragon Peerage be revealed to the likes of you? You do not know your place!" Fang Yun said.
Ao Gong laughed coldly in towering fury. "What a Literary Star Dragon Noble. With nothing but a single word and not a shred of evidence, you intend to condemn the entire Flood Dragon Sage Palace and all our clan? If so, do not blame us for asking the Four Seas Dragon Palaces to uphold justice!"
As Ao Gong spoke, Holy Light coiled around him. A gigantic Dragon Scale slowly rose, gradually enlarging until it ultimately stood a full mile high.
The surface of that Dragon Scale was incomparably rough, as if it had endured the ravages of endless years. Every rise and dip, every line of its texture, was filled with stories.
All the Water Race lowered their heads. Even Ao Huang unwillingly bowed in salute.
Only Fang Yun and Mountain Bearer remained entirely unmoved, instead examining the Great