"What are you looking at!"
Overseas, the Old Dragon Monarch revealed his true form, stirring up wind and waves. His dragon's roar echoed in all directions. "My son is Seeking Gold! What's there to see? All of you, scram!"
"Who wants to make a move?"
"Stain Sect, Sword Pavilion, Pure Land—whoever makes a move, I'll help your enemies!"
"The Dao Court... If the Dao Court has the guts, then come at me!"
"I'm not afraid of you!"
The Old Dragon Monarch's voice grew louder and louder. Although his tone betrayed a hint of cowardice, his actions showed no sign of backing down.
He had no choice. The Fruit of Sky-River Water was too important.
Ever since four Nascent Souls took control of the Immortal Pivot and the True Dragon Race was massacred on a massive scale, he, this old bag of bones, had been single-handedly holding the clan together.
