“WAIT!” A young but determined voice bellowed through the battlefield.

  Of all those present, only Ad Amira raised a brow, seemingly reising the speaker. Still, what Ace was more surprised about was that despite having his [Observation] spread out, he hadn’t sehe youth’s preseill the moment he shouted.

  Ace wasn’t the only oaken aback by the presence of the newer; all the dragons were, but as soon as their cold, draian eyes fell on the youth iion, that shock quickly turned into shock, followed by instinctual awe and respect.

  Despite having a humanoid build, those glistening azure scales, giant azure wings, and glistening white horns were all too familiar, especially when looking into those calm, draic eyes – he was clearly a Dragonblood warrior!

  Still, each of the saint-level dragons had been alive for several turies at the very least. Yasha, in particur, had been alive back when the Baru was at the peak of their power – how could they put the average Dragonblood warrior in their eyes?

  No, what truly caused their emotions to stir in su untrolble manner was the aura the young Baruch expert was exuding. It was the aura one would only expect to see when in the face of a dragon with the purest of bloodlines – a pure-blooded Divine Dragon!

  “You…” Yasha stammered desperately, fighting to ighe innate suppression his blood was under. “Who…

  Who are you?”

  “My name is Linley, Linley Baruch!” The proud dragon warrior announced calmly. “Current head of the Baru.”

  “I was w where you ran off to!” Ace said suddenly, pleasantly surprised when his eyes fell not on Linley but on the young silver-haired beauty standing among the group of ten apanying Linley.

  “It’s good to see you too, Ace,” Alissa replied, smiling warmly as she began to walk on the air as though it were solid ground.

  “I see you haven’t been wasting time either this st year,” Ace smiled, immediately uanding that the young assassin had also prehended impose.

  “How could I when our css leader is such a freak of nature?” Alissa shrugged as she calmly stopped with a teasing smile, not from Ace but before Killian. “Did you miss me?”

  “Yes,” Killian replied matter-of-factly, without so much as a moment’s hesitation.

  The dark-skinned youth’s straightforward response caught Alissa off guard as a furious blush began to creep up her neck, but before she could respond, the frustrated voice of another member of her group beat her to it.

  “Did no one ever teach you brats how to respect your elders,” Cesar snorted as he slowly began to float into the air, clearly not too pleased by Killian’s iion with Alissa.

  Linley couldn’t help but sigh helplessly as he watched Ad his group all but pletely disregard his presence.

  “I ’t believe that’s the same prideful child from Wushan Town,” A middle-aged man with dark brown hair, who looked very simir to Linley in his human form, muttered from beside Linley. “You were right not to offend him any further, son.”

  It wasn’t just them; each of Linley’s group was studying Atently. Over the st year, there was likely no one who hadn’t heard of the fearless Son of Heaven – Gol D. Ace, but this was the first time most of them had seen him in the flesh.

  As for the dragons, they had been all but fotten by this point, not that any of them were pining.

  Initially, they were just in a state of shod instinctual reverence from Linley’s suppression, but the moment they noticed the rest of the group, he dark-robed middle-aged man, their hearts couldn’t help but race.

  Though they didn’t know all the saints of the human raor were they ied, they did know of each of the human prime saints.

  If Wukong’s power had made them slightly cautious and apprehensive, Cesar’s mere presence had them all deeply scared. Though their leader was said to be the stro of the prime saints, the others were all at a level that the rest of the Dragon Pitt couldn’t afford to offend easily.

  Well, that was the case for most of the dragons. The only exception to that was Siltor – the Golden Dragon.

  “ENOUGH!” Siltor roared, his rage allowing him to ighe suppression his body was under. “Where did you get your blood from, boy?!”

  Though he asked, Siltor was already over 90% sure he khe answer.

  It had to be uood that the formation of the Dragon Pitt was a direct respoo the as of the Baru from thousands of years ago.

  If the purity of a Baru desdant’s bloodline didn’t meet the requirements for a natural awakening, the only way they could awaken it was with genuine dragon blood.

  Back when the Baru were at their peak, they had several powerful saint-level elders, any of whom could casually go and hunt a dragon for their blood, and with the dragons back then predominantly ag indepely, it was simplicity in and of itself.

  It was only when Ignus, the current dragon king and powerful peak-stage dragon at the time, gathered his fellons and vihem all to follow him to the forest of darkhat they mao force the Baru to think twice before attempting to hunt their own.

  Between that and the fact that the powerful aors of their Baru began to asd into the higher realms, the Baru’s fall became an unstoppable eventuality.

  “I absorbed the blood of your child,” Linley calmly replied as he fearlessly met the threatening gaze of the golden dragon, clearly having heard the earlier versatioween Ad the dragons.

  “MY SON!” Siltor released a heart-wreng roar filled with both unquenchable wrath abreaking pain. “MY SOONNNN!”

  His son had been kidhen killed, before his body parts had been divided and spread between these filthy humans as though he were some sort of treasure.

  Siltor’s eyes reddened as a siear of blood fell from the er of his eyes. His curreiooo much to bear. In that moment, he didn’t care that his as could very well cause the death of not only himself but also his wife and the other dragons present – all he wanted was to tear every living human on the ti limb from limb.

  “All of you, DIIEEE!” Siltor roared, preparing to attack.

  “CALM DOWN!” A regal and imposing voice roared as a giant crimson tail suddenly seemingly appeared from nowhere, spping Siltor into the ground and pressing the crazed golden dragon into the crater it created.

  Most of the humans that made up the Gol City Army were already numb by that point – never in their lives had the majority run into a single saint, let alohis many at oill, when they saw the colossal crimson that seemed to tower over each of the giant dragons present, several of the weaker-willed soldiers colpsed directly.

  Those from the pavilion, oher hand, other than a moment of surprise, having not sehe sudden appearance of another dragon, were pletely calm. In fact, most of them had already put their ons away.

  Each of them khat other than Arianna, as long as you were below the deity realm, no one was a match for the current king of killers – that also went fnus, the King of the Dragons.

  “You humans have gooo far this time!” Ignus growled as the temperature in the surrounding area began to rise to near-unbearable levels.

  “Too far?” Wukong snorted fearlessly. “It’s you lizards that keep attag us!”

  “I would watch what you say, boy!” Ignus growled as his ferocious reptilian eyes fell on Wukong! “Don’t believe that I won’t kill you if you y bottom line, master or no master!”

  “Boy? Your mom’s a boy!” Wukong snapped back, the grip around his staff tightening as though he repared to fight it out with Ignus right there and then. “This king’s yranddaddy!”

  Ignus didn’t bother to dignify Wukong with a response since he was so i on c death that he would grant him his wish.

  Ignus’ mountain-sized cw tore through the air with unbridled fury, causing faint and almost unnoticeable ripples in space as it moved, aiming to tear the ape-like young man to pieces.

  “e!” Wukong snorted as he stepped forward, seemingly preparing to meet Ignus’ strike head-on. “This king has long since had enough of you rown liz…”

  Before he could finish his torrent of insults, the eyes of Wukong and Ignus stricted as both were forced to a sudden halt, as though spad time had stricted around them.

  “Go… Godrealm!” Ignus muttered as his eyes – the only part of his body still able to move – fell on the dark-robed assassin zily floating at the rear of the group.

  It wasn’t that Ignus hadn’t noticed Cesar’s prese was just that he didn’t care about him in the slightest. His title of the stro prime saint wasn’t just for show.

  Cesar was scariest when he was attag from the shadows, but since he dared to stand in front of him, as strong as he was, if they really fought, Cesar would struggle to st more than a couple of exges – or at least that would’ve been the case for the Cesar from several years ago.

  “I think that’s enough fun for one day,” Cesar said teasingly as he met the frightened gaze of the dragon king with a pyful grin. “Don’t you?”

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