Xihong, the Dragon King's Hall.

The Qi family had held these waters for hundreds of thousands of years. Even before Hongze's Great Immortal came down to this place, they had already been the masters of Xihong.

Then they had kept rising through the kalpa of slaughter, devouring countless cultivators and heaven-and-earth treasures, until at last they had built the position they held today, as noble as it was rock-solid.

And yet, with a position that secure—

Two of their seven dragon sons had somehow fallen, and to this day not their bodies… nor the slightest trace of their killer had been found.

Now a lean figure in a golden-yellow robe leaned back on the throne. It didn't look nearly as towering and domineering as the South Dragon King, but in that face covered with silver scales, a pair of narrowed eyes looked sinister and cold.

“So you plan to fob This King off with three words, ‘Myriad Demon Hall’?”

Its hoarse voice echoed through the hall. Its cold gaze swept over the four dragon sons present one by one, and those Heaven Realm great demons didn't dare meet it at all. All they could do was keep their heads down and say nothing.

As the questions rang out, though, the West Dragon King's gaze came to rest at last behind the dragon sons, on a full, gentle, elegant figure.

“……” Zixian felt the enormous pressure. Her face stayed calm, but the fingers hidden in her long sleeves slowly clenched a little tighter.

However many benefits she had promised the demon soldiers and fierce generals, however much majesty the East Dragon Palace held, the moment the West Dragon King woke, all of it came to nothing.

This old dragon demon at Heaven Realm Perfection held absolute control over Xihong.

It had long since found out who really called the shots among Xihong's water-kin these days. The only reason it hadn't laid everything out and settled accounts with her was that it didn't want an open break with the East Dragon Palace.

Still, to keep controlling the water-kin right under the West…