Seeing Ao Jun driven beneath the sea by Daochen in an instant, his fate unknown, every dragon present felt a jolt of shock, but thick terror swallowed it the next moment.
For Daochen was steadily walking toward them.
"Senior, we had no intention of competing with you for this opportunity. Please spare our lives for the sake of our Dragon Clan."
As Daochen drew closer, all the Dragon Clan elites present hurriedly begged for mercy.
"Oh? Weren't you all quite arrogant earlier? You showed no mercy when slaughtering those rogue cultivators. How come you turned into such cowards when it was your turn?"
Daochen grinned.
Earlier, every one of these dragons had strutted about with their noses in the air. Now they were cowering like a pack of turtle whelps.
He wondered whether Ancestral Dragon, who had become Azure Dragon, one of the Four Cardinal Sacred Beasts, would burst out of his grave in fury if he knew how disgracefully his descendants were behaving.
At the same time, Daochen shifted, releasing the aura of a quasi-saint.
Boom!
In an instant, a quasi-saint's aura filled the surrounding million li.
The faces of the Dragon Clan elites changed dramatically.
They were all direct descendants of the Dragon Clan and naturally knew of Zhulong's existence. Extremely sensitive to the aura of a quasi-saint, they recognized Daochen's true cultivation the instant he released his aura.
He was no great luo golden immortal!
He was a quasi-saint!!
Hum!
A low humming sound came from deep beneath the sea.
Ao Jun transformed into a streak of light and flew straight toward the Myriad Dragon Nest without looking back.
If those Dragon Clan elites could discern Daochen's cultivation, then naturally, so could he.
With Daochen here, even eight or ten of him would not survive a single