The diplomatic group from the Central Dynasty wasn’t large; there were only three people in it.

They were all men, without a single woman present. The leader was a middle-aged man with white hair at his temples, whose mere voice had caused Yang Qi to tremble down to his soul. The second was an old man who had such a profound air to him that he must surely have experienced all there was to experience in the world of men, and had come to understand all of the transformations of gratitude, grudges, and karma.

The third member of the group was young, yet was clearly on the same level as Marquis Three Realms.

All of them were peak Paramount Gods, which made sense considering they were in the middle of the Myriad Dragons Lair. Only people like that could resist the power of true dragons, and prevent themselves from being dragonized.

“Is that supposed to be a threat, Proud Mindtravel?” Buddha Shockheaven said, his eyes flickering with killing intent. Of course, he didn’t dare to make a move. Although he was in his own mighty kingdom, he...