In the Crystal Palace of the East Sea Dragon Race, thousands of miles away.
Ao Guang silently looked at Ying Long across from him and finally spoke after a long time.
"I guess you aren't here to negotiate with me, are you?"
Unlike Ao Guang, Ying Long hadn't transformed into a human form with a dragon head.
With wings spread open behind him, Ying Long simply held his dragon head high, exuding an unmistakable dominance.
"If you consider this a threat, then it's a threat!"
Ying Long's powerful voice echoed in the sea, resonating even within the Crystal Palace.
Upon hearing his voice, the dragon heirs and the shrimp soldiers and crab generals outside the Crystal Palace were angry but dared not speak out.
After all, Ying Long was in the Crystal Palace now, not invited in by those dragon offspring, shrimp soldiers, and crab generals.
The flickering lightning and tsunamis along the way were Ying Long's confidence in barging into the Crystal Palace.
