"?" The Ice Dragon King's grief-stricken expression froze. He lifted his tear-blurred face and stared at him in astonishment.
"Unless the Universal Origin Laws completely erase them, even fallen God Kings can return after countless ages. All the more so for a Supreme God King on the Dragon God's level. How could he die so completely that nothing remained?" Xu Qingjia explained.
At that, the Ice Dragon King immediately realized his mistake. A blush spread across his fair cheeks, and embarrassment filled his eyes.
He seemed to have... started crying a little too soon. He had gotten too emotional.
But then an even greater question rose in his mind. "But... if Father is still around, how could he stand by and watch the Dragon Clan decline this far? How could he let our race come so close to extinction?" From the information he had received, he already knew the Dragon Clan's current predicament. Here on the Douluo Plane in particular, only his eldest nephew Di Tian and one other Hell Demon Dragon remained.
Instead, a strange look crossed Xu Qingjia's face. He asked, "Didn't you bring that on yourselves?"
"?" The Ice Dragon King froze again.
"The Nine Sons' Succession Struggle, the endless infighting-you forced the Dragon God's Wife to conceive a child bearing the dragon god bloodline, ultimately causing her death," Xu Qingjia said flatly. "If I were the Dragon God, watching you unworthy descendants turn the household into a foul, smoke-filled mess and drive my wife to her death, I'd have been furious enough to chop you all up and toss you back into the furnace to be remade."
The Ice Dragon King's expression went blank. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. Profound desolation settled over his face, and he did not even ask who Xu