On both sides, the dragon clans from the East China Sea and the South China Sea knelt down and worshiped at the same time.
These two middle-aged men wearing dragon robes were clearly the two dragon kings.
Dragon King of the East China Sea, Ao Guang!
The Dragon King of the South China Sea, Ao Qin!
The two dragon kings appeared at the same time, and for a moment invisible pressure filled all directions.
This kind of coercion was like the arrival of an emperor, making everyone who faced them feel an urge to worship them.
Ao Guang glanced around and suddenly said: "Where are the North Sea and the West Sea?"
His voice echoed throughout Mingguang Electric.
Ao Han came over, cupped his hands and said, "Ao Han pays homage to Brother Wang."
Although tensions were about to rise, Ao Han did not abandon the proper etiquette.
Ao Guang just glanced at him and said lightly: "You alone dare to compete with me for the Dragon King, huh?"
With a roar, an invisible force instantly burst out from Ao Guang's feet.
The floor of the Mingguang Hall was originally made of special materials and was invulnerable. However, under Ao Guang's strong pressure, countless cracks instantly opened.
Ao Han couldn't help but take a few steps back, his face suddenly turned pale.
He knew that he was no match for Ao Guang, but he didn't expect that the gap between them was so big.
He was originally a Dragon General of the West Sea Dragon Palace, but for the veteran Dragon King, he was still too young.
At this moment, an old hand suddenly pressed Ao Han's shoulder, stopping his retreat.
"Jie Jie, Ao Guang. I wonder if you still remember me?" came the hoarse voice of Venerable Zhuang.
Ao Guang's eyes narrowed and he said in a deep voice: "So it's you, you turtle. Why, the lessons I gave you back then were not enough? You still dare to come here to seek death?"
Venerable Zhuang sneered: "That was back then, and now, Ao Guang, you may not be my opponent."
He raised his foot and cracked the ground. The powerful force exploded instantly, directly canceling out the coercion emanating from Ao Guang.
"No wonder, it turns out that you have made some progress over the years." Ao Guang said calmly, but his face was still nonchalant.
He then looked towards the Beihai Dragon Clan, seeming to understand something, and said: "Ao Mingjiu, you are older than me. If you lead the Beihai Dragon Clan to surrender to me, I will be the Dragon King in the future, and I can give you an offering.
Your position will allow you to spend your remaining years peacefully."
The Ninth Elder cupped his hands and said, "Thank you, the Dragon King of the East China Sea. I miss you, but I am old and my legs and feet are not good, so I can no longer kneel down. I don't have much time left. I just want to die standing up. Please ask the Dragon King of the East China Sea to make it happen."
Ao Guang's eyes turned cold: "If you don't drink a toast, you'll have to drink wine as a penalty. Well, you can accompany me to death."
Immediately, he turned around and came to the center of the hall.
The surrounding dragon clan had already prepared a dragon chair and placed it directly next to Ao Guang.
Ao Guang sat on the dragon chair, overlooking all the dragon clan below, and said lightly: "Then, let the dragon clan conference start now."
"What happened in the North Sea and the West Sea before is obvious to all. Although our Dragon Clan is powerful, we have been separated in various places over the years, and our power is difficult to compare with that of ancient times."
"The purpose of calling you here this time is to find the new Dragon King. Our Dragon Clan has always respected the strong, so the candidate for the Dragon King will ultimately be decided through a competition."
"The open space in the center of the hall is the arena. Each tribe has two chances. If anyone loses in the competition, the force they represent will lose one chance. If they lose twice in a row, they will be eliminated directly.