There was no shortage of outstanding dragons among them.
Softscale Silver Dragon Karl was a fully mutated dragon who had reached level 19, close to legendary strength, before even reaching his prime.
Little White Dragon Allen possessed a potent Frost Dragon Bloodline, had completed six Divine Trials, and worked extremely hard in his everyday life.
Even among Dragonkind today, those two counted as elite geniuses, yet their potential levels were only 9.
As for Xiluo... his potential level was higher than that of the dragon before them.
A full 14.
But none of the dragons included him when making comparisons among normal dragons.
Karl and Allen had always been the benchmarks for their potential levels, with the others competing and measuring themselves against them.
Now.
Someone at level 12 had suddenly appeared.
He truly stood head and shoulders above the rest.
The dragons were utterly astonished.
They kept studying the Red Dragon Whelp's body.
"You... have the Hellfire Dragon bloodline?"
Softscale Silver Dragon Karl, who was knowledgeable and a genius himself, suddenly narrowed his eyes after studying him for quite a while.
"Oh? You've got a decent eye.
"That's right, I do possess that dragon's bloodline.
"You should all know perfectly well how powerful this bloodline is, shouldn't you? A mere Softscale Silver Dragon like you can't compare!"
The Red Dragon Whelp proudly raised his neck and cast the Softscale Silver Dragon a sidelong glance.
"Hiss... he really is a Hellfire Dragon!"
The dragons drew another sharp breath at his words.
Did this guy really love showing off that much?
Xiluo was finding it hard to watch.
After coughing twice, he said,
"You lot still haven't recognized him after all this time?"
Xiluo gave them a hint.
"!"
At his words, the Dragon Cubs looked the red dragon up and