In an instant, the highest alert of the Dragon Race sounded.
After the alert sounded, a middle-tier god of the Dragon Race, hiding behind a planet, hesitantly spoke up, "Honorable human elder, may I ask what brings you to our Dragon Race?"
The voice carried a slight tremble, which was starkly different from the assertiveness shown earlier when threatening to kill intruders.
A middle-tier god from the universe's strongest race, the Dragon Race, trembles and calls a human king "elder."
This kind of situation is unimaginable in the universe.
But Su Mo, in his current state, didn't have the mind to ponder these things; otherwise, he might have found it amusing.
After all, given this situation, he could finally consider himself a person of strength and status.
Not like before, where upon seeing him, people would dismissively say "mere Bronze," "mere Silver," "mere Gold."
Now, people only affectionately address him as an elder, thinking what a significant improvement this is.
