With a single Ten Thousand Miles of Ice, Wenlong subdued their opponents, allowing the East Sea to win the contest easily and retain its position as foremost among the Four Seas.
Anyone who had not witnessed the battle might have found it strange. Snow and ice could make people surrender? Wasn't that a little far-fetched?
Only those who had experienced that battle knew its terror. That marrow-deep cold had plunged them into utter despair.
Only the Dragon Race Clan Elder overseeing the contest understood the deeper horror of what could have happened at the end.
Had Wenlong released his spiritfire and detonated the ice, the forces of the other three seas would likely have suffered a calamity that swept them all away.
As a cultivator of the Infinite Realm who had survived a tribulation, the Clan Elder possessed a cultivation level that left no room to question his abilities.
Even he had been alarmed. The cold of that Ice Seal was no ordinary winter chill. Anyone at Wenlong's level, or even somewhat above him, would have found death inescapable.
Everyone returned victorious to the East Sea Dragon Palace. The Dragon King ordered a lavish feast to entertain all those who had come to lend their aid.
During the feast, the Dragon King was in unusually high spirits. He brought out a great quantity of deep-sea treasures from the Treasure Vault and distributed them among the helpers.
Wenlong and Monkey Sun also received gifts from the Dragon King. Wenlong had no shortage of treasures, so he paid them little mind.
Monkey Sun was different. Ever since their time in the Death Forest, he had loved collecting strange and wondrous treasures. Now that someone was giving him treasures, he was naturally beside himself with joy.
Seeing Monkey Sun's delight, Wenlong scolded him.