Drayken held Maurice with one hand while looking up in the air with a nonchalant expression:
"So she really did appear."
An equally giant dragon, the size of one hundred meters...
Her scales were golden, and her pupils were crimson red, as if hellfire itself.
Drayken had to admit that this form was very majestic compared to the one from the Ancestor of the Void Dragon.
It looked like an ugly, giant crow instead of a dragon, to be honest.
"Are they going to fight?" His grip on Maurice's head became tighter and tighter, causing him to become pale as snow, to the point that it would pop the entire head off the next second. It was gruesome and bloody.
But Drayken only felt excitement bubbling in his heart. The fight between two Rank-7 Dragons—it would definitely be a sight to see. He could also assess their strength and something else...
"Eleanor, have you really betrayed the Dragon Clan so easily?" the Ancestor of the Void Clan roared in fury. "I, Luke, will purge your name from the pages of the Dragon Clan."
"I have not betrayed the Dragon Clan, but I believe that some changes are necessary."
Eleanor spoke eloquently with her dragon slithering. She looked down at the tiny forms around the stadium, who were watching her with hatred:
"Tell me, how many years have we fought with humans?"
The Dragons flinched, a little uncertain in their hearts. The fight between humans and dragons had always been endless and without rest. No one even knew when it started, and no one sought an end to it.
"Alright, tell me, when you fought with the humans a century ago, how strong were they?"
One of the Dragons, with a bulky body and glasses, raised his hand:
"They were like worms. My strong claws could absolutely rip them apart to shreds. I could just breathe fire and crush thousands of soldiers in one breath."
"Now, how do they fight? Can you beat thousands of them just like before?" Eleanor spoke in a deep voice.
"Umm?" He scratched his head. "No, they fight weirdly. Some even have the power to throw mountains and can shield themselves from my fire so easily now."
"That's right, that's right." Eleanor nodded her big dragon head.
"The humans have progressed time and time again throughout the centuries, while we Dragons have become stagnant. What do you think is the cause?"
"Humans are still insignificant beings we can crush easily," the dragon roared as if being provoked.
"Why haven't we crushed every single one of them then?" Eleanor scanned the crowd, and the Dragon people avoided eye contact with embarrassment.
"Why can't you speak now, huh? While humans are improving by the second, we Dragons have become stagnant, haven't we?"
The Dragon people's hearts wavered ever so slightly.
"Eleanor, you traitor, trying to sow discord among us! Today, I will end you!" Luke roared and flew like a wrecking ball, directly at her.
Eleanor wasn't a weakling either, as she raised her claws to fight.
Just as the two were about to clash, the pressure forming gradually made the surroundings chaotic. A cold voice came:
"Enough. This has been enough."
It was a rather gentle but stern voice, which instantly stopped the two from proceeding further. They stopped and returned to their forms almost instantly.
Then, they bowed their heads without hesitation.
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