"Oh, right, Little Dragon, one more thing: don't actually kill Venus Star to consecrate your war banner. Wherever that old fellow goes, trouble follows. Don't really kill him, haha. Hey, have you noticed? Venus Star looks like he's wet himself, hahaha..."
As the monsters in the chat discussed it, someone noticed another detail.
Everyone took a look and immediately burst into even louder laughter.
Although Alligator Dragon had fully activated the Ancestral Dragon Armor, the sword in one of his hands was still pressed against Venus Star's throat.
Venus Star felt the overwhelmingly domineering aura and undisguised murderous intent emanating from Alligator Dragon.
He was so frightened that his face drained of all color, and he wet himself.
Ha! He was a civil official. When had he ever experienced anything like this?
Listening to Alligator Dragon's words and sensing his murderous intent, all he could picture were rebels slaughtering officials and rising in revolt. Given his own predicament, it would have been stranger if he hadn't wet himself.
But he dared not move, not even after wetting himself, for fear of attracting Alligator Dragon's attention.
Of course, Alligator Dragon was ignoring him anyway.
No one present had any attention to spare for him. Everyone had collectively frozen once again, especially the Dragon Clan. Overawed by the Ancestral Dragon's aura, they felt as though they were seeing the Ancestral Dragon in person.
As for the flood dragons, snakes, and the like, such as the Ten-Thousand Saints Dragon King and the Ten-Thousand Saints Princess, the draconic might had long since pressed them flat against the floor.
The only ones present who remained unaffected were Nine-Headed Worm and Guanyin.
After that initial shock, Nine-Headed Worm felt a profound unease. His eyes darted about, and he seized the moment to make a decisive escape.