The Black Heaven sect master knelt in front of the ancestral statue and looked at the dragon scales that were starting to peel off.
The dragon scales were falling off one by one, to the point that golden dragon blood was flowing out of the gaps between the dragon scales.
This phenomenon signified that his ancestor, the Vast Sea Dragon King, was injured!
"Impossible!"
"There's no way our ancestor has been injured fighting someone else!"
"The mighty dragon race would never suffer this indignity!"
The ancestors of any race were like the pillars of their race!
Were it not for the territory that their ancestors had conquered; were it not for the cultivation techniques left behind by the ancestors; were it not for the foundation that their ancestors had laid down in advance, then their race would not have possessed what they had today.
