"Who exactly are you?"
"Why have you suddenly stuck your noses into our feud?!"
Cheng Shuangshuang's voice was bone-chillingly cold, as though it could freeze a person solid. The morale they had just mustered had been forcibly cut short, and the consequences were enormous.
Had their opponents' overwhelming presence not come crashing down like toppling mountains and surging seas, she would probably have lost her restraint and unleashed a torrent of curses already.
"I am Long Chen of the Dragon Race. I have come expressly to mediate this conflict. I hope you will all do me the courtesy of backing down."
A trace of arrogance threaded through Long Chen's words, which rang out like a dragon's roar across the nine heavens, deafening everyone. At the same time, he stirred his cultivation aura, displaying his strength like a brilliant star shining in the night sky.
"The Dragon Race? So that bastard really is one of them."
"So what if they're from the Dragon Race?
"By the look of it, there are probably only seven or eight True Dragons among them. If it comes to a fight, they'll just take a little more effort to deal with!"
"Brother Zhu is absolutely right. With so many factions here, a mouthful of spit from each of us would drown them. There's no need to fear them at all."
"Kill anyone who dares stand in our way! Besides, those dragons are bound to be carrying plenty of resources!"
"Fuck them up!"
"How could the Dragon Race's dignity matter more than a chance at fortune?"
"We're already locked in a fight to the death. If we let them escape this time, we may never know peace again."
"We're feasting on dragon meat today!"
"..."
Kong Hao and the others immediately erupted into an uproar, whispering