Within the magnificent Crystal Palace of the Huai River Dragon Palace, a dark-skinned expert with prominent dragon horns sat upon the dragon bed. A mighty rage brewed within him, causing the nine-hundred-mile-wide Huai River to tremble and surge restlessly under its pressure.
Lightning flashed and thunder roared in the depths of the Dragon Palace!
In the outer Dragon Palace, countless members of the Dragon Race, as well as shrimp soldiers and crab generals, shivered and their faces paled.
"Damn it! Who the hell killed the Ancestor's clone!"
"Ancestor, calm your anger!"
The Huai River Dragon King and a group of Dragon Race old-timers bowed their heads, their faces filled with terror under the immense pressure.
Among this group of old-timers were quite a few Dragon Race Saints, yet under this aura, they felt as insignificant as ants.
