Gu Yue released the bloodline pressure she had imposed on Jiang Weiqiang and the eighteen Dragon Riders.
"I don't care what you do. I only want one result. If I don't see a result that satisfies me, I can guarantee that not a trace of Tianlong Star's power structure will remain.
"And if I see anything else that displeases me, I won't mind crushing Tianlong Star itself."
The moment Jiang Weiqiang recalled Gu Yue raising her hand and crushing Sin Star, a chill ran through his heart.
He had once fantasized that, since Gu Yue was also of the Dragon Clan, perhaps she would help Tianlong Star.
If Gu Yue had been willing to help Tianlong Star, then Tianlong Star's counterattack against Douluo Star would have become effortless.
Yet what he received was not Gu Yue's aid, but her dissatisfaction with Tianlong Star's power structure.
In Jiang Weiqiang's eyes, wasn't the Dragon Clan supposed to have strict hierarchies? Inferior bloodlines were trash. Letting them live and do hard labor was already a gift.
These false dragons saw only the rigid hierarchy determined by bloodline, yet they had never seen the responsibility represented by power.
Nor did these false dragons possess the pride ingrained in the Dragon Clan's bones. All they had was an extreme worship of power and bloodline. They were both pitiful and laughable.
Afterward, Gu Yue and the others vanished from the conference hall in a flash.
It was only long after Gu Yue and the others had left that Jiang Weiqiang and the eighteen Dragon Riders slowly climbed to their feet.
They sat back in their original seats, but not one of them spoke.
At last, someone could no longer hold back. "First Seat, what are we supposed to do now?"
Jiang Weiqiang wanted to say, *You're