They, along with Jiang Qiuyu, Su Zhenyuan, and other family heads, faced the middle-aged man in the purple robe and his companions. Their combined might formed a thick immortal wall, completely obscuring the intimidating presence from the black warship.
Seeing this, the middle-aged man in the purple robe frowned slightly, yet showed no fear. Calmly, he said, "Shall we get down to business now? Is the dojo ready?"
"Naturally."
Su Zhenyuan spoke indifferently, then raised his hand. Jiang Qiuyu and Lin Daogong, who stood beside him, also extended their hands. Three forces intertwined, creating a rift in the void, where space-time laws surged, accompanied by dragon roars and the clanking of chains.
The dragon roars were ancient as if from antiquity, and the chains vibrated, clanking loudly through heaven and earth, carrying a soul-crushing sound.
One by one, dragon heads emerged from the rift, revealing Dragon Clan figures, bound in chains, numbering over a hundred!
