The three True Immortal Realm elders behind the Grand Elder rose at once. Celestial power surged from them in waves, their gazes locking onto Darian like drawn blades. At a single command, they would strike without hesitation.

Darian’s expression darkened. The calm from before vanished, replaced by a fury that rolled off him like a storm.

He rose slowly to his feet.

Dark red demonic aura exploded outward like a tidal wave. Behind him, the phantom of a ten-thousand-yard Demon Dragon took form, its roar shaking the hall as a killing chill flashed through his eyes.

“Grand Elder… are you threatening me?!”

His voice grated through the hall like grinding ice, thick with savage force.

The Grand Elder let out a cold laugh, unbothered. “Threatening you? No. I’m reminding you to face reality. The Demon Dragon Lineage is no longer the ancient Draconians of old—you’re nothing more than lingering fiends.