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The Old Flood Dragon revealed a satisfied expression. "Very good, I did not misjudge you."
Suddenly, his face turned serious. "On land, there is a true Dragon. You must support one person and help him ascend to the throne, and he will still grant you a title."
Ao Feng, puzzled, asked, "Father, why is that?"
The Old Flood Dragon shook his head. "Just do as I say."
Ao Feng could only nod in agreement.
The Lao Jiao Wang glanced down again and shook his head. "These sons of mine are still too weak."
Wei Han suddenly spoke coldly.
A figure abruptly appeared in the great hall.
The temperature in the hall dropped as if it had fallen by several degrees, and many people showed a hint of fear in their eyes.
In the hall stood a young man clad in black armor, his face as cold as ice, especially his eyes, which showed no trace of emotion.
"Investigate who killed the Dongting Lake Dragon Lord. If their strength is not formidable, eliminate them directly; if they are strong, return immediately," the Old Flood Dragon's voice carried a hint of murderous intent.
"Yes, Your Majesty," Wei Han replied, his voice still icy cold.
Gui Chancellor looked at Wei Han, his eyes flickering. The Emperor had actually sent Wei Han out; it seemed he was truly enraged.
Others expressed disappointment; they all wanted to go to the continent after all. Staying in the sea every day was quite boring.
Suddenly, the sea exploded as two figures shot out from the water.
They transformed into two streaks of light heading toward the continent like shooting stars.
In the Ten Thousand Great Mountains, a black light streaked across the sky and landed on a massive mountain peak.
This mountain was unlike any other; it was not only tall but also incredibly majestic, with dense forests teeming with life on its slopes.
The Eagle Demon landed at the mountain's summit, and several figures quickly surrounded him.
"Who goes there?"
"Hmm? Aren't you the Eagle Demon under the Vermilion Bird?"
Someone recognized the Eagle Demon.
The Eagle Demon's face turned pale. "Our king has been killed, and so has the Tiger King."
"Hurry, I need to see Yao Huang," he said, his tone filled with urgency.
"What?"
"Eagle Demon, are you serious?"
"That can't be true; those are the Vermilion Bird and the Tiger King."
A few of them were taken aback, staring incredulously at the Eagle Demon.
With a bitter smile, the Eagle Demon replied, "Do you think I would lie about something like this?"
The group exchanged glances, and one person stepped forward, saying in a deep voice, "Then come with me."
The Eagle Demon quickly followed him into a massive cavern. Indeed, it was a vast cave, astonishingly spacious and lavishly decorated, rivaling even the Dragon Palace.
Inside a grand hall, a middle-aged man with purple hair lounged lazily on an enormous throne. He tossed a skull in his hands; the thick patina on it indicated it had been handled for quite some time.
"Hmm?" He glanced sideways as two figures entered.
He sniffed lightly. "Silly Bear, why have you brought a stranger from the demon clan?"
"Yao Huang, this is a subordinate of the Vermilion Bird. He says both the Vermilion Bird and the Tiger are dead."
"Hmm?" The middle-aged man caught the skull mid-air, pausing for a moment before slowly sitting up. The lazy aura around him dissipated.
A terrifying pressure suddenly filled the hall, making the Eagle Demon and his companion feel like tiny boats caught in a storm.
They knelt on the ground, their heads bowed low.
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