The phantom of the Ancestral Dragon Hall manifested, naturally being the will of the Four Seasons Dragon Gods. Under this radiant light, both Jin Yanhua and Wang Xuantong had to retreat.
However, apart from a single word of 'Enough' spoken by an unknown Dragon God, there was no further action from the phantom of the Ancestral Dragon Hall; it even showed signs of disappearing into the clouds, fading away.
[Your Majesty, Dragon God!]
Seeing this, Wang Xuantong couldn't help but cry out in protest: [No one should act recklessly, injuring the Dragon Court Dragon Guards, even if An Jing is the Heavenly Mandate, it should...]
[That's enough]
Before Wang Xuantong could finish, a lazy voice from the Ancestral Dragon Hall said: [Nobody used weapons arbitrarily. They just greeted with empty hands, and Xuan Zhang just failed to catch it]
[In my opinion, it's Xuan Zhang's lack of skill, he needs more practice]
