Within the White Dragon Pond, clouds and mist swirled, and the chill was piercing.
The eight Dragon Kings lay prostrate on stone pillars, exuding auras that were either icy, evil, scorching, refreshing, or illusory and ethereal...
Their auras varied, but the momentum they exuded was enough to make one's heart tremble.
"For countless years, the Horned Dragon Realm has never had any master, and in the future, it never will. Should anyone dare to emerge as some master, I, the Fire Dragon King, will be the first to disagree!"
The Fire Dragon King, with a body over ten zhang long, clad in fiery red scale armor, and a single horn on his head resembling a gigantic crocodile, growled lowly.
"The Fire Dragon King is right. Since ancient times, the Lord of the World has been elusive, merely a legend. Anyone daring to stir trouble using this legend is an enemy to all our dragon beasts!"
