In the world of that day.
The Dragon Kingdom blazed like the midday sun, the Dragon Clan's power sweeping across the world like surging flames.
In the late Bronze Age, apart from the Northern Territory Holy City, which kept to its own corner, all the myriad races had bowed beneath the majesty of the True Dragons.
This was the age of the Dragon Clan, and the Dragon Clan looked down upon all else.
Who didn't address them as "Lord True Dragon"?
In the True Dragons' eyes, even the Northern Territory Holy City had only survived these thousand-plus years under the shelter of the God Haotian's deterrent might.
Now, they had their own emperor, who was supposedly an even match for the God on Mount Tai. (Who knew who had spread that rumor? In any case, Constana had been so angry her chest went flat when she heard it!)
On the iron-clad carriage.
The True Dragon in the form of a dragon-horned human opened his half-closed eyes, his vertical pupils filled with cold menace.
He looked at the human and the Elf standing proudly beside the road, feeling that their bearing was even nobler and more distinguished than his.
This displeased him immensely.
What were a couple of lowly beings putting on airs for? They even dared to see a True Dragon without bowing!
These were no longer the old days, and he did not need to worry about offending someone beyond his power.
The one God the True Dragons feared was still on Mount Tai, so he had no fear of offending him.
And even if other True Dragons stood behind these two, he was unafraid.
He was Tiamat's offspring, of True Dragon stock, a born Red Dragon. No dragon would care if he killed two lowly beings who did