"His way of doing things?" At these words, the Dragon Cultivators exchanged glances, not quite understanding what the Dragon Marshal meant. One of them, clad in golden armor, stepped forward and asked, "Dragon Marshal, what should we do now?"
"Tch! What else can we do? We've probably already alerted the humans. All of you, retreat three million miles and await my orders at our secret Dragon Race camp in the Water Reversal Realm!" The Dragon Marshal smacked his lips and spoke with some displeasure...
However!
Just as the other Dragon Cultivators had thought, no matter how furious the Dragon Marshal became, every one of them was a Heaven-and-Earth Realm Great Cultivator. Naturally, they could not really be subjected to any punishment. Nor could the Dragon Marshal punish them-he was still counting on these Dragon Cultivators to risk their lives for him...
"Yes, Dragon Marshal!" The Dragon Cultivators hurriedly answered in unison.
"Dragon Marshal, what about our captured brethren?" the Black Dragon cultivator suddenly asked, looking worried. Of the six Dragon Cultivators Li Xiaoya had captured with the Five-Element Heavenly Venerable Heaven-Shaking Tower, two had belonged to his group. Naturally, he was deeply concerned...
Unlike other races, Dragon Race cultivators of the same rank generally addressed one another as brethren, expressing a bond like that between brothers and sisters. Legend had it that the Dragon Race's original ancestors had all been born to a single dragon in one brood. The mortal saying that a dragon had nine sons had come from this as well. Though the Dragon Race was fiercely hostile to outsiders, it was exceedingly united within its own ranks. This was why cultivators of the Thirty-Three Star Realm generally dared not venture onto the Dragon Race's Ancient Dragon Continent. Once discovered, they would almost invariably be surrounded and attacked