The Dragonfolk old-timer in the armor was tall and burly, and he carried a scepter wrapped with vicious thorns. From his expression, he seemed to think of Yang Qi as nothing more than a fish on the chopping block.

He wasn't alone. All twenty-eight Dragonfolk old-timers had psychic scales and godhood ratings of around ten billion. In other words, they would have been God-Lords in ancient times. For all intents and purposes, as long as they pooled their strength, no one in the god world could possibly stand up to them.

Logically speaking, even if Yang Qi, Yang Jian, and the Second and Third Devil Generals were stronger than they were, they wouldn’t be able to stand up to these twenty-eight Dragonfolk.

Before Yang Qi got his hands on the Dragon Compendium, that would have been true. But now, he controlled the Myriad Dragons Lair. This was his territory. His world. He controlled everything, and it was all...