“Hah—”

The South Dragon King stared into those gray, unmoving eyes, and its breathing suddenly grew many times heavier.

It couldn't believe that these people from Beihong had simply abandoned it.

And what frightened the South Dragon King even more was that everything this Nanyang Sect Master had done from start to finish seemed to show that all of it, even the merit immortal's reaction, had been in his hands the whole time!

That was the most terrifying thing of all, and the thing it could least understand.

At that thought, it quickly lowered the right hand that was still counting and forced itself to sound calm. “Even without them, do you think This King alone is afraid of the few of you?”

“However—”

The South Dragon King changed its tone, swallowed, and tried to keep its voice level. “This King guards the Dragon Lair by the immortal's decree, and has no wish for pointless slaughter like this. Let the past be wiped clean. From now on, the South Dragon Palace and the seven sects will have nothing more to do with each other. You run your immortal sects, This King keeps to its Dragon Lair, and well water won't trouble river water…”

In those few words it still seemed to be putting on a Dragon King's airs, but in truth it had accepted its fate. Beneath every word, it was handing Nanhong over to the Seven.

Even Qi Yansheng had to admire the old dragon. No wonder it had managed to cling to life through every kind of chaos until now. Its caution was such that it wouldn't take even the slightest risk.

But the next moment, under Shen Yi's still gaze, the South Dragon King's face began to twitch. It was as if nothing it said could move the young man in front of it at all.

A fierce sense of danger welled up from deep in its heart.

On instinct it raised its hand, trying to tear apart the ink-dark robe in front of it and strike first!

Just how strong a late-stage Heaven Realm dragon demon's…