Chapter 118: Negotiation

At this moment, the riverside was deathly silent.

Feeling those two cold gazes, the mixed-bloods present couldn't help but tense their bodies.

Only when they truly faced the legendary Bronze and Fire Kings did they understand why ancient texts rarely recorded the majesty of these monarchs.

Just being watched, everyone vaguely felt a searing sensation.

It seemed like an illusion, yet it didn't quite seem like one.

The mixed-bloods one after another lowered their heads, not daring to keep looking directly at the two beings atop the dragon head.

Splash—

The sound of the massive dragon body parting the river water came.

After several breaths, two not-too-light, not-too-heavy sounds of landing reached the ears of those present.

At this moment, no one present dared to even draw a breath, afraid of disturbing the two monarchs.

Of course, there were those unaware of the inside story who would wonder why the Bronze and Fire Kings were two people, but which person present wasn't sharp—none would certainly voice doubt at such a critical juncture.

On the other side.

Li Ang glanced at Old Tang beside him, who was saying nothing, knowing he wanted him to negotiate with the mixed-bloods before them.

Li Ang had no objection to this—after all, his dual bloodline made him unusually flexible in such matters.

Thinking so, he put on an air of authority and asked, "Who is the one in charge?"

Hearing this, a young man stepped forward, forcing himself to appear calm: "I-I am. What instructions do the two of you have?"

"You?" Li Ang sized the other up and down twice. "Too weak. Is this all the mixed-bloods amount to these days?"

It wasn't that he was talking nonsense—rather, at his current level of strength, there were very few mixed-bloods in this world who could be his opponent.

At least, purely in terms of the physical body, that was the case.

Besides, this also helped shape the image of a Long Wang who had slept for a thousand years.

Hearing Li Ang's words, the young man's face stiffened, then he forced an awkward smile: "Please, the two of you, be patient. We—"

Before he could finish, a crisp voice rang out across the scene.

"The longer you live, the more you see. I never thought I'd get to see a Long Wang with my own eyes in this lifetime."

The speaker was a young girl in a long robe. She swayed her body and, with an extremely strange gait, came to stand before Li Ang and Old Tang.

Seeing the newcomer, the young man lowered his head and called out: "Patriarch."

"Leave this side to me."