The sky curtain makes you a useless class monitor, yet you act arbitrarily for eternity?

As he spoke, the projection behind him changed.

Yellow sand.

The ruined palace.

Dark gold plaque.

The words "Dragon King's Palace" reappeared before everyone's eyes.

"As you all know from the information just presented."

"The Dragon King is no ordinary martial artist."

"He is the leader of an underground force."

Aikun's expression became unusually serious.

"We consulted documents from 37 historical sites before we were able to piece together the general outline of the Dragon King Temple."

"The Dragon King's Palace is located in a desert somewhere in North Africa."

"At the time, it was one of the world's top underground organizations."

"Its core architecture is very simple."

"A Dragon King."

"The Four Guardians"

"The Twelve Dragon Guards"

"In addition, there are branch offices all over the world."

The comments section was flooded with messages.

That sounds pretty impressive.

[An underground organization? Mercenaries? Assassins?]

Isn't this just an underground emperor?

[Host, could you explain this in a more straightforward way?]

Aikun smiled.

"Coincidentally, we unearthed a stone slab in the ruins of the Dragon King's Palace."

"I think the sentence above is enough to describe the status of the Dragon King Palace back then."

Projection magnification.

A broken stone slab appeared in the center of the sky.

The ancient characters on it are mottled and incomplete.

Yet, one could still clearly see the overwhelming madness emanating from it.

Aikun pointed to the stone slab and translated slowly and deliberately.

"On Earth, the land belongs to each nation."

He paused for half a second, then his voice suddenly rose.

"From beneath the earth, return to the Dragon King!"

boom!

The live chat exploded with comments.

Holy crap!

That's incredibly arrogant!

[The Dragon King from the Underground? That's really bold!]

Is this hand not good enough?

[How could a young master, who commands global underworld power, possibly lose?]

Yan Cong's eyes lit up as he listened.

"Old Dragon."

"Is your power really that great?"

Long Aotian couldn't suppress the smirk on his face.

"Keep a low profile."

Yan Cong rolled his eyes.

"Your mouth is practically twisted to the sky, and you're still trying to be low-key?"

Long Aotian ignored him.

Because at that moment, he did feel a bit good.

Dragon King's Palace.

That is his root.

That is also his greatest source of confidence.

Even now, with his cultivation sealed, sitting in this classroom, he is being hit with a ruler by Old Lu, teased by his classmates, and looked down upon by the Leng family.

But every word on the sky seemed to be telling everyone.

He, Long Aotian, was never a waste.

He once stood before the throne of the underworld.

He was also called the Dragon King by countless people.

But the next second, Ai Kun's tone changed.

A fan had appeared in his hand without his noticing.

It opened with a whoosh.

He looked exactly like a storyteller.

"but."

"The power of the Dragon King's Palace has also left the Dragon King with a huge problem."

The screen immediately filled with comments.

Here it comes, the important part!

How did you squander such a good hand?

[Host, please speak quickly!]

Aikun closed his fan, his expression becoming more serious.

"This brings us to another force."

"Alliance of the Gods"

The image on the sky changed again.

The projection switched again.

This time, what appeared was a dilapidated temple built deep in the mountains of North America.

Broken stone statues were scattered all over the ground.

Some of the stone statues still retain the outline of wings on their backs.

"The Alliance of Gods, headquartered in North America."

"In that era, it was the only underground force that could directly confront the Dragon King's Palace."

"Both sides want to compete for the title of the world's strongest underground force."

"The grudge had been brewing for years, and the trigger was no longer known."

"All we know is that after that year, the two sides completely broke off relations."

Ai Kun's voice lowered.

"Later documents recorded that battle in just eight words."

"The gods have fallen."

"The true dragon sheds its blood!"

The chat was silent for a moment.

Then it started scrolling wildly.

That sounds terrible!

[Dragon's Bloodshed? The Dragon King's Death?]

[Don't scare me, streamer!]

Ai Kun waved his hand.

"The true dragon here is not the Dragon King we are talking about today."

"It was the previous generation's Dragon King."

"According to the documents unearthed from the Dragon King Palace, after that battle, the old Dragon King struggled for several months before finally falling."

"Of the four guardians, two have died in battle."

"Of the twelve Dragon Guards, only one remains."

In the classroom.

The smile on Long Aotian's face gradually faded.

His fingers unconsciously rubbed the black ring.

At that moment, some distant scenes seemed to reappear before his eyes.

The old man's withered hands.

A blood-stained dragon flag.

There were also figures kneeling in the yellow sand.

"Young Master."

"From this day forward, you are the new master of the Dragon King's Palace."

Those words weighed heavily on his shoulders.

It has been suppressed for many years.

The comments were noticeably a beat behind.

Holy crap, is this bad?

[Wasn't the old Dragon King leaving the new Dragon King a mess?]

The previous generation is dead, half of the guardians are gone, the Dragon Guards are almost wiped out, and taking over as Dragon King is like facing hellish difficulty!

Aikun shook his fan.

"This kid has a narrow mindset."

"The Dragon King's Palace is indeed in great ruins."

"But it only lost its peak combat power, not its entire foundation."

He raised his folding fan and tapped the screen like a storyteller.

"The four guardians—Azure Dragon, White Tiger, Black Tortoise, and Vermilion Bird—are all at the Celestial Realm."

"Two protectors survived after that battle."

"The captain of the remaining Dragon Guard is also a Grandmaster."

"The rest of the members are at least half-step Grandmasters."

"Not to mention, there are no branch leaders or peripheral members participating in the war in any of the regions."

"Even with this Dragon King Palace, it remains one of the world's top powers."

"It's just that we've temporarily lost our chance to compete for first place."

Aikun closed his fan.

Snapped!

Even a starved camel is bigger than a horse.

"Even the severely damaged Dragon King Palace remains a top-tier global power."

"As long as the new Dragon King stabilizes the situation, gathers the remaining forces, and allows the army to recuperate."

"Returning to the top is only a matter of time."

The comments section came alive again.

[Got it, even a low-health Dragon King is a top-tier account!]

Leave this account to me, I can slowly rebuild it back to normal!

So how exactly did the Dragon King break it?

I'm so anxious!

Aikun suddenly stopped.

He looked at the camera and clicked his tongue with a complicated expression.

"That's where the problem lies."

"The Dragon King Palace has just recovered some of its strength and is preparing to regroup."

"Our Dragon King made a decision that has baffled countless scholars throughout history..."

[Host! Tell me quickly! I'm so anxious!]

What was the Dragon King doing during this time of rebuilding?

[We can't exactly start a harem, can we?]

Everyone in Class 9 turned to look at Long Aotian.

Long Aotian's expression darkened slightly.

"Hey! Old Dragon!"

Yan Zong put his arm around Long Aotian's shoulder, pointed to the sky, and suppressed a laugh.

"What he's going to say later isn't about you becoming that idiot son-in-law of the Leng family... cough cough, what about that?"

Long Aotian's face instantly darkened.

"Yan Cong".

His voice deepened.

"Don't joke about Leng Xixi's affairs, or else..."

Yan Cong immediately raised his hands.

"Okay, okay, I won't say anymore."

"But I just don't understand, out of all the women in the world, why did you choose to be hung up on the Leng family?"

"Wouldn't he be happy to have a different flavor every day?"