At this moment, Huang Huihong's expression changed drastically. He knelt down again and began the ritual of inviting the saint. However, this time, both his movements and his speech were much faster than before.

If there was a hint of pretentious showing off just now, there was now a sense of imminent panic.

At this moment, the old man pointed his dragon-headed cane at the yellow-gray-red figure and said, "Silence!"

The yellow, gray, and red voices suddenly disappeared, leaving only him with his mouth open, unable to utter a sound.

"Holy crap, what's going on?" Zu'an was utterly shocked.

Sang Hong, who was standing nearby, explained, "This old man should be a high-ranking dragon."

"A dragon?" Zuan glanced at the old man's thin body. He didn't look like a dragon at all. Did he think I had never seen one before?

He still vividly remembers the red dragon from Dragon Hidden Mountain.

As if sensing his confusion, Sang Hong replied, "Ordinary dragons need to cultivate to an extremely high level before they can take human form, and there is a considerable risk involved. But high-level dragons don't have to; they can take human form almost immediately after birth."

Zuan suddenly realized why the horns on the old man's head looked so familiar.

At this moment, Zheng Dan, who was standing to the side, asked curiously, "Why did Commander Huang suddenly lose his voice?"

Sang Hong gazed at the dragon elder in the distance: "This is another innate ability of high-level dragons: the power of dragon language."

"Dragon language magic?" Zu An suddenly remembered that Shang Liuyu had mentioned to him at school that the dragon race had a secret language magic technique that other races envied.

It only takes a few simple words to bring something to life; in a sense, it can be said that words become law.

Zuan was filled with envy. Shouldn't the power of words to become law be the exclusive domain of keyboard warriors? When will I have that ability?

"I didn't expect the Dragon Clan to get involved too. You really have a lot of influence." Sang Hong glanced at Zu An with a complicated expression.

Zuan was also a little uneasy. Wasn't it said that the emperor was the strongest in the world? How come his subordinates were being beaten so badly by other forces?

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I missed my afternoon nap yesterday, and by evening I was feeling really tired. I wanted to rest my head on the table for a while, but I couldn't fall asleep. I wanted to write, but I couldn't. I sat for a long time and only managed to write a few hundred words. I couldn't take it anymore, so I went to bed. Sorry, I'll make up for it at midnight today.