All the sea folk knelt in submission, their bodies trembling as they waited in despair.
Then the Golden Crow gradually shrank, and Lin Tian's figure reappeared. The seawater parted of its own accord, opening a path straight to the Dragon Palace. When Lin Tian descended upon it, he still carried a terrifying, scorching heat that filled the Dragon Clan Ancestor with dread.
Lin Tian stood tall.
Not a soul dared remain standing!
"Your Majesty, Heavenly Emperor, the Dragon Clan is willing to submit to you!"
"Everything in the Four Seas shall belong to Your Majesty."
The Dragon Clan Ancestor spoke again. Ao Guang, Ao Qin, Ao Shun, and the others did not dare utter so much as half a word. They only trembled.
Earlier, they had indeed declared that whoever compromised would be a grandson!
But Lin Tian had merely taken a bath in the Eastern Sea, and they knew they were doomed to play the grandsons.
Lin Tian said nothing. The Dragon Clan problem was now thoroughly resolved.
But...
As though sensing something, Lin Tian suddenly turned and lifted his gaze toward the outside.
Even the sight of his back left the Dragon Clan feeling that he was a towering, forbidden presence. They dared not look directly at him, much less entertain any other thoughts.
Outside, Haotian and Gouchen, who had concealed themselves in the shadows, saw the great sun descend. Recalling the Dao Arts that had blasted through the Thirty-Three Heavens earlier, they roughly understood: Lin Tian had arrived!
In an instant, the two traversed boundless space and reached the Eastern Sea. Corpses filled their vision, making both shudder violently. Lin Tian's ruthlessness stirred a trace of dread in them.
At that moment.
The mighty figures of the Western Buddhist Sect also arrived.
Compared with dealing with Patriarch