On the sea.
Zi Yu, the leader of the Shadow Pavilion, sat at the bow of the ship, deeply shocked by the death of the Supreme Demon Lord.
This undoubtedly had a significant impact on subsequent plans, and he was pondering how to explain this to the Demon Lord Chonglou.
The once calm sea suddenly became boiling.
Numerous bubbles are continuously rising from underwater!
This sudden turn of events alerted Zi Yu. He stood up, put his hands behind his back, and stared ahead.
Perhaps he has already figured out the reason.
His brow relaxed, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.
At this moment, the Six-Star Dao Boat, which was in motion, also slowly came to a stop.
More than twenty men in black robes surged onto the deck. They were all powerful experts at the peak of the Supreme Realm.
The six black-robed figures leading the group were at the peak of the Quasi-Emperor realm.
Such strength.
They are a top-tier power that cannot be underestimated in any major domain.
Apart from the immortal holy lands in the Central Region, the strongest combat power of the top forces and sects in other major regions is only at the Supreme Realm.
The strength of these black-robed figures has surpassed that of most of the top forces in the major domains.
And they were all assassins carefully trained by the Shadow Pavilion.
"Master, what has happened?"
A trusted aide approached Zi Yu, looked at the unusual activity in front of him, and looked puzzled.
"A guest has arrived."
Zi Yu chuckled softly and said, "I originally thought these people could be quite patient, but now it seems they're nothing special."
Upon hearing this, the confidant quickly flattered, "The Pavilion Master is indeed wise!"
"Alright, get ready to welcome our guests."
Zi Yu waved his hand.
......
At the same time, a crack appeared on the boiling sea surface, and huge, pale blue waves surged up from the sea.
On the vast expanse of water stood more than a hundred shrimp soldiers and crab generals.
They carried weapons, wore armor, and stood in neat rows, resembling a disciplined army.
The aura they exuded indicated that they were all at the God King realm.
At this moment, the shrimp soldiers and crab generals, exuding an imposing aura without being angry, surrounded more than ten humanoid creatures dressed in gorgeous clothes with blue skin in the very center.
Their strength varies; some are at the Supreme Realm, while others are at the Quasi-Emperor Realm.
The leader was an old man with black hair, who had two horns on his forehead and wore an imperial crown. He exuded an aura of authority that made people dare not offend him easily.
This person had a thin face, and his eyes gleamed with wisdom.
Judging from his appearance, one can tell that he is exceptionally shrewd and skilled in strategy.
His strength is the greatest among everyone, and he has already reached the early stage of the Great Emperor realm.
And he is the ruler of this vast and boundless sea—the Lord of the Sea, Long Kun!
Its true form is a sub-dragon.
Although the dragons are not pure dragons, they do possess some dragon blood.
To put it simply, it's a dragon species that has been hybridized with other dragons.
The saying "the dragon has nine sons" refers to this.
The hierarchy within the dragon race is extremely distinct.
The assessment was based entirely on bloodline, with all members given equal status, and the system was divided into 12 grades.
The first rank is the ancestor of the dragon race, the Dragon Ancestor Zhulong, also known as the Candle Dragon.
Legend has it that the Candle Dragon already existed when the universe was formed.
It is a chaotic divine beast born from the four primordial elements, violent and powerful!
In orthodox mythology, he is the mountain god of Zhongshan. The Classic of Mountains and Seas also records him as "Zhu Jiuyin, also known as Zhulong".
They can use magic to control the sun and moon; when they open their eyes, it's daytime, and when they close their eyes, it's endless night.
It governs the seasons and acts as the sun and moon.
The second tier consists of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon and the Yinglong, who are the ancestors and overlords of the dragon race.
The third rank consists of the Azure Emperor and Azure Dragon King of the East, the Crimson Emperor and Crimson Dragon King of the South, the White Emperor and White Dragon King of the West, the Black Emperor and Black Dragon King of the North, and the Yellow Emperor and Yellow Dragon King of the Center.
The Five Emperors Dragon Kings, as the supreme leaders of the dragon race, are called Dragon Emperors and are the ancestors of the five-colored dragon species.
The following are, in order: 虬龙 (Qiulong), 螭龙 (Chilong), 云龙 (Yunlong), 盘龙 (Panlong), 角龙 (Jiaolong), 蟒龙 (Bolong), 蛟龙 (Jiaolong), 亚龙 (Yalong), and 蝰蛇 (Viper).
With the disappearance of the Dragon Ancestor Zhulong.
The Dragon Clan perished along with the Phoenix Clan during the first Great Calamity of Dragon and Phoenix.
Yalong is nothing.
To become the royal family representing the dragon race and ruling the four seas.
They also call themselves dragons, trying to glorify themselves.
To put it bluntly, when the tiger is away, any Tom, Dick, or Harry can become king!
Those powerful individuals who knew this secret all scoffed at it.
A mere hybrid offspring.
They dare to call themselves dragons?
Don't worry, the former dragons will jump out of the dragon tomb in the Realm of Ruins and strangle you.
However, that's just how it is.
As the only remaining dragon bloodline in the world, the status of the sub-dragon race has indeed risen accordingly.
......
Long Kun stared intently at Zi Yu, who stood with his hands behind his back at the bow of the Dao boat.
Then, he revealed a forced smile and slightly flicked his dragon robe.
"Prepare your carriage, the Human Race's Dao Ship is ahead."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals responded in unison.
The surging waves rolled and rushed toward the Dao boat ahead.
Before long, Long Kun and his trusted confidants boarded the Dao Boat.
The shrimp soldiers and crab generals quickly surrounded the entire Dao boat, filling the air with a murderous aura.
on deck.
Zi Yu bowed slightly and paid his respects.
"Zi Yu, the Pavilion Master of the Shadow Pavilion, pays respects to His Majesty the Dragon Emperor!"
"Haha, Fellow Daoist Ziyu, there's no need for such formalities. We're all on the same side."
Long Kun's lips curled up slightly, his vanity greatly satisfied, and he secretly felt smug.
He stepped forward and reached out to help Zi Yu up. "It's been ten thousand years since we last met. Fellow Daoist Zi Yu, your demeanor remains as elegant as ever, and your strength is even more unfathomable. Even this Dragon Emperor finds it difficult to fathom your abilities."
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