Breaking into the Dragon Race

The formation activated, sweeping away most of the surrounding Spiritual Qi.

Fearing they had caused a great disaster, Qing Yi and the others fled immediately after the anomaly, leaving only Bai Xia staring blankly at the formation.

White light shot out in all directions, quickly enveloping the entire formation. Bai Xia's eyes stung from the light, but she couldn't bear to look away.

Fortunately, the light soon disappeared, and the dilapidated formation seemed to regain its brilliance, with the blurred patterns on it becoming clearly visible again.

Bai Xia looked up and met Sang Ying's eyes.

Both of them were taken aback, seemingly not expecting to see each other. Bai Xia's reaction was even stronger; it was the first time he had seen an outsider, and he clearly sensed that Sang Ying's aura did not belong to the Dragon Race.

He quickly retreated, his sharp claws instantly appearing. "Who are you? What are you doing here? Trespassing in the Dragon Race is a serious crime! You'd better leave immediately, or I'll call for help!"

This was the first time the boy had encountered something like this. Although he was Dragon Race, he was still young, and the auras of the two people in front of him were clearly very powerful, far beyond what Bai Xia could compare to.

Bai Xia was somewhat frightened; he worried that he might not see the sun rise tomorrow.

Sang Ying's feelings at this moment were completely different from his; she had already seen the white dragon horns on the boy's forehead when they first met.

Having spent such a long time in that illusion, Sang Ying knew very well that anyone possessing such dragon horns must be a member of the White Dragon Tribe.

She and Jiang Zhuoxue stepped out of the formation and slowly walked towards the boy. She was just about to say something to calm him down when the boy frantically waved his claws in panic.

Fearing that Sang Ying might get hurt, Jiang Zhuoxue carefully pulled her back, then turned and let out a low whistle at the boy.

"Are all Dragon Race cubs this impolite these days? It's one thing to not welcome guests, but to be so rude is infuriating." Jiang Zhuoxue released her dragon aura, firmly protecting Sang Ying behind her.

It was only at this moment that Bai Xia realized that one of the two intruders was actually a Dragon Race.

He immediately asked in surprise, "Since you are also Dragon Race, why didn't you bring your friends and walk in through our gate properly? Aren't you afraid of being treated as an intruder by using such low-class methods?"

Bai Xia's claws remained across his chest; he did not lower his guard simply because his opponent was also Dragon Race.

Jiang Zhuoxue laughed upon hearing this, "That's naturally because I'm a banished dragon, and I can only resort to these low-level methods."

Bai Xia's eyes widened. He remembered that in the entire history of the Dragon Race, only one dragon had ever been banished, and that was...

"You are that Devil Dragon!" Bai Xia exclaimed in surprise.

Jiang Zhuoxue smiled but remained silent, an attitude that only confirmed Bai Xia.

This time he couldn't stand up any longer. Bai Xia's head transformed into the shape of a dragon and spat out a mouthful of water at the two of them.

Although the attack was barely a tickle to the two of them, Jiang Zhuoxue still instinctively raised her sleeve to block it for Sang Ying.

When they looked up again, Bai Xia had already vanished without a trace, only his exclamation still echoing in their ears. "The Devil Dragon is back! The Devil Dragon is back! The Devil Dragon has returned with his henchmen to seek revenge!"

The little white dragon flew very fast, like a kite, and quickly relayed the message.

The patrol team nearby immediately noticed the unusual situation, and Bai Xia landed in front of them the moment she saw them. "Up ahead, at that altar... the Devil Dragon is back!"

Hearing Bai Xia's heavy breathing, the two leading Dragon Race exchanged a strange glance and immediately ordered one of them to send the message back to the camp.

"You two stay here and watch over this child. The rest of you, follow me and go meet this Devil Dragon!" At the leader's command, more than a dozen Dragon Race immediately followed him.

Once the group had gone far away, the young Dragon Race warrior who had been instructed to stay behind and look after the child stroked Bai Xia's head and asked, "How did you see that Devil Dragon? And was it him who injured your dragon horns?"

Bai Xia was taken aback, but honestly shook her head. "He didn't hurt me, someone else injured me."

Upon hearing this, the soldier's expression changed slightly. He exchanged a glance with his comrade, and the two quickly changed the subject.

The horns of a young dragon are extremely important, and the Dragon Race places great importance on its offspring. No adult Dragon Race would ever harm its young, so the one who could slash the horns of a young dragon must be a child just like him.

The two warriors silently kept this in mind, planning to inform the clan leaders when the opportunity arose later.

Meanwhile, the tribal chiefs, who were discussing their battle plans for tomorrow in the camp, were still arguing about which tribe's warriors should lead the charge.

Bai Nianchou, the young master, sat to one side, coldly watching the hostile argument between the Azure Dragon Clan's young master and the Golden Dragon Clan, feeling utterly impatient.

Previously, he was always the one leading the White Dragon Tribe warriors at the forefront. Now, he merely proposed that each clan take turns leading the charge, and the other three clans immediately turned hostile. It's truly disgusting.

The camp was in the midst of a fierce commotion when the patrolling soldiers suddenly burst in.

At this moment, Qing Shou was already furious because he couldn't win an argument with the old man from the Golden Dragon Clan who used his status to bully others. This warrior who suddenly barged in just happened to walk right into the line of fire, and Qing Shou caught him and gave him a good scolding.

"We, the clan leaders and young masters, were having a meeting when you barged in without even announcing yourself. Do you have absolutely no sense of propriety?!"

As soon as the last two words, "rules," were uttered, the Golden Dragon Clan Chief lifted his eyelids and glanced at Qing Shou.

The warrior who came to report was at a loss, but finally the chieftain of the Red Dragon Clan stepped forward and said, "Alright, he must have something important to say since he rushed in like that. You've already scolded him, so let him finish what he has to say."

After Hong Yan finished speaking, she gave the warrior a wink, signaling him to finish speaking quickly and leave.

The warrior was extremely grateful. He was originally from the Azure Dragon Clan, but he never expected to be singled out and reprimanded by his young master.

"Reporting to the clan leaders and young masters, a young man from the White Dragon Tribe outside says that he saw the exiled Devil Dragon at the abandoned altar formation nearby," the warrior quickly reported.

Upon hearing this, the expressions of everyone present changed drastically.

Qing Shou was about to ask another question when Bai Nianchou, who had been silent until now, suddenly stood up. "Who did you just say that the boy saw?"

The warrior, overwhelmed by the young war god's imposing aura, gasped for breath. "It's that... the exiled... Devil Dragon!"

Seeing the warrior's distressed expression, Qing Shou felt that Bai Nianchou was directly slapping him in the face, and he angrily said, "Bai Nianchou, you..."

Before he could finish speaking, the tent flap was suddenly flung open.

Bai Nianchou transformed into a giant white dragon and followed Jiang Zhuoxue, drawn by her scent.