Honghuang: My understanding is beyond belief. I am the first immortal of Jiejiao.

However, even so, it is undeniable that Zhulong is a true veteran quasi-saint, and his combat power is incomparably strong.

“I didn’t expect that, although the dragon clan is in decline nowadays, there are still beings like Zhulong. It’s really rare. However, I don’t know how many people like Zhulong there are, or are they all corrupt old guys?” Lin Zhu chuckled and said sarcastically.

"Arrogant, Saint Master, you are too arrogant."

As soon as Lin Zhu's voice fell, figures suddenly appeared in the hall. Each of these figures was extremely old, but the aura they exuded was extremely powerful. The weakest one had the perfect cultivation of a Daluo Jinxian.

These are none other than the elders of the Dragon Clan who have been hiding from the world. They have been hiding in the Ancestral Dragon Palace, and will never come out unless the Dragon Clan is facing a life-and-death crisis.

Just now, Lin Zhu's domineering behavior had made them feel the danger, so they woke up from their sleep.

Now, hearing Lin Zhu's ridicule, these elders all showed angry expressions and looked at Lin Zhu with murderous intent in their eyes.

"Arrogant? I don't think so." Lin Zhu chuckled and ignored these elders. His eyes were always on Zhulong.

"I want to ask you, are you Zulong's younger brother, Zhulong?" Lin Zhu asked lightly.

Upon hearing this, Zhulong slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly, the entire hall became extremely bright. Its eyes seemed to contain day and night, which were constantly rotating. It was mysterious to the extreme.

"Yes, this seat is Zhulong."

Zhulong's voice was hoarse and vicissitudes of life, as if it had traveled through endless time and space and came from ancient times.

As Zhulong's voice fell, the aura on its body also burst out. The aura of a quasi-saint was so perfect that it seemed as if it would burst the entire hall as it pressed fiercely towards Lin Zhu.

For a moment, the entire hall was filled with the terrifying pressure of Zhulong. Even the elders of the dragon clan breathed slowly and did not dare to speak easily.

Although they also have the cultivation level of quasi-saints, the gap between them and the perfect quasi-saint Zhulong is too huge. They do not think that they are qualified to speak in front of Zhulong.

Lin Zhu stood there quietly, his expression calm, as if he didn't feel the terrifying pressure from Zhu Long at all. He looked at Zhu Long calmly and said, "Why? Zhu Long, do you want to keep me here? You can try."

Upon hearing this, Zhulong remained silent, but the aura on his body became more and more terrifying. The whole hall was filled with the smell of impending storm.

It was unknown how long it had passed, but the aura on Zhulong's body slowly subsided. However, the atmosphere in the entire hall became even more solidified. The elders of the dragon clan looked at Zhulong with burning eyes, with a hint of expectation on their faces. They expected Zhulong to be furious and suppress Lin Zhu.

There were even a few more radical elders who had been secretly using their magical powers, ready to take action at any time to help Zhulong suppress Lin Zhu.

However, what no one expected was that Zhulong suddenly burst into laughter. His laughter was hearty and loud, as if he had laughed away the unpleasant scene that had happened before.

As Zhulong's laughter rang out, the terrifying aura on its body dissipated completely, and the entire hall returned to clarity.

"What a great Saint Master! He is indeed extraordinary. I admire him very much. Just pretend that I never said what I said just now. I respect you as the emperor of the human race and don't want to make things difficult for you." Zhulong looked at Lin Zhu and said suddenly with a smile.

This time, it’s not just the dragon elders.

Even Lin Zhu looked at Zhulong with some surprise.

He obviously didn't expect that Zhulong's attitude would change so quickly.

"Senior Zhulong?"

Zhulong said calmly: "Since the Demon King is dead, the destruction of the demon race is a foregone conclusion. The human race now has power that my dragon race cannot reach. There is no need for my dragon race to be the first to stand out and be buried with those dead demons."

"Also, although our dragon clan is a demon clan, it doesn't mean that we have to mix with the demon clan."

Lin Zhu looked at Zhulong with some surprise.

This old dragon...there's something special about him.

Zhulong looked at Lin Zhu again and said, "From now on, my dragon race will stay dormant in the eyes of the four seas and will not come out easily. You humans should also stop being unreasonable. How do you think?" Lin Zhu nodded slightly, "Okay."

Zhulong said nothing more. His huge body swayed slightly and then he rushed into the Four Seas Eye.

With the departure of Zhulong, the other dragons didn't even have the thought of resisting, and they all rushed into the Four Seas Eye.

This is the end.

The East China Sea was pacified.

soon.

Suiren and others led large armies of the human race to clear out the monsters along the coast of the East China Sea, and transported all the resources they could collect back to the human race's ancestral home.

In the ancestral home of the human race.

Lin Zhu looked at the vast amount of resources, smiled slightly, and threw all the resources into the Blood Pool of Creation.

With the influx of massive resources, the speed of the blood pool of creation rolled faster and faster, and the aura of creation nurtured in it became more and more concentrated.

Lin Zhu held up the innate five elements pine in his palm, and scattered five-colored divine light, illuminating the blood pool of creation.

All newborns from the human race's ancestral home will be thrown into the blood pool of creation for baptism, laying the foundation for their good fortune.

……

The coast of the East China Sea.

In a thatched cottage, Suiren frowned slightly after listening to Yin Kang's report on the situation of the demon tribe in the plain.

"Twenty-two races, twenty-two quasi-saints..."

Suiren was thinking in his mind how to defeat these monsters one by one with the lowest cost.

at this time.

Powerful auras descended upon the plain.

Twenty-two quasi-saints of the demon race gathered together.

The eternal fire in Suiren's eyes burned slowly and slowly: "I was just worried that I couldn't lure you out, but I didn't expect that you would come to my door on your own initiative."

The demon quasi-saints looked at each other, and one of them, a tiger demon, stepped forward and said, "We have no intention of causing trouble for the human race, but although this world is vast, there is no place for us to stay. We hope that the human race can give us a way to survive."

Suiren said calmly: "Do you really think so?"

The tiger demon said quickly: "Of course it is so."

Suiren did not speak, but stared into the tiger demon's eyes.

The words have not yet fallen.

An infinite breath rose from the abyss of the East China Sea and soared into the sky!
Zhulong's voice came faintly: "Human race, do you really believe what these monsters say?"

Before the voice fell, Zhulong's huge body, which seemed to be able to burst the heaven and earth, poked out from his four-sea eyes, and his two vertical pupils as big as mountains stared at Suiren.

The aura of the Hunyuan Saint was overwhelming, almost drowning Suiren. (End of this chapter)