The slit eyes of the dragons constricted, their gazes landing on Ryu one after another. There wasn't a single one of them who hadn't heard of Primus before. But what they didn't expect was that his descendants would appear here.
However, their gazes weren't that of respect or admiration. Lineages in Dragonkind meant almost nothing. If you tried to use your father or mother to get a leg up, you'd quickly find yourself being ridiculed.
Instead, their gazes were filled with battle intent as though they wanted to swallow Ryu whole.
They wanted to battle.
Ryu chuckled. "First of all, I'm human. Second of all, I don't have such a great grandfather. Third, I'm only in the False Sky God Realm, it can't be that you mighty Dragons all want to take advantage of your cultivation levels, right?"
