Fang Yun sensed that something was amiss and barked, "Speak!"
The Turtle Demon King sighed. "A political marriage!"
"Insolence!"
Fang Yun flew into a rage. The pressure of the Literary Star Dragon Noble suddenly spread out, carrying traces of Withering Force and the aura of Literary Guts at the peak of the Third Realm. Like a wild gale sweeping through, it bore down on the four Water Race members as though Mount Tai were pressing upon their heads. They all collapsed to the ground, trembling violently.
The four Water Race members were both humiliated and enraged. They could not understand why they were so utterly helpless before Fang Yun, yet they did not dare turn hostile. The inheritance deep in their bloodlines told them that the figure before them was a terrifying great being no weaker than a Half-Sage.
Seeing the four Water Race members frightened out of their wits, Fang Yun slightly restrained his anger and said, "Where are they? Lead this Dragon Noble there!"
The Turtle Demon King pleaded, "Your Majesty, Literary Star Dragon Noble, I should just point out the road to the Dragon Race Sacred Mausoleum for you. This old one truly does not wish to meddle in the Dragon Race's internal affairs. What if the Edict Hall Remnant Lineage bears a grudge against this old one? What then?"
Fang Yun gave a cold snort. "Then point out the way. Rest assured, the Edict Hall Remnant Lineage will not come looking for you."
"Thank you, Lord Literary Star Dragon Noble."
After saying that, the Turtle Demon King showed Fang Yun the route. Without another word, Fang Yun stepped onto Walking the Blue Clouds and sped straight toward the Dragon Race Sacred Mausoleum.
Before long, Fang Yun arrived at a sea of lava. Volcanoes covered the region,