For anyone who has reached their level, dragons are nothing but a joke in their eyes. Some find the stench of dragons too strong, so even dragon meat offered as tribute is often disdainfully discarded. Those with higher positions in the guild would never opt to become part of the Dragon Race, which is seen as a mid-to-low class of demons.
If not for Old Liu's grandson scheming for the Life and Death Dao Fruit from the Demon Realm, he would never have considered becoming part of the Dragon Race, even if it carried the Dragon King's bloodline.
But this Dragon's Chant is different this time; it exudes an immense oppressive force, as if the spirits of the entire continent were roaring in unison.
From above, the entire Capital City seems like just a piece of the puzzle, as though the resonance arises from the entire earth itself.
This is...
In an instant, the Victorious Fighting Buddha understood what it was!
The Dragon Vein!
