Chapter 569: Metal Dragon? You

The red dragon leaned forward from the dais, its massive shadow swallowing the two tiny figures below.

Ma Zi quietly watched the young man among them, a flicker of barely perceptible confusion passing through his molten-lava pupils.

You told him this is a Bronze Dragon?!

Though he is indeed old, he hasn't grown so senile he can't tell the scent of a Red Dragon!

'But why does this little thing smell strange? A hybrid dragon?'

Yet besides the Red Dragon, Ma Zi also detected many other scents, among which was indeed a trace resembling Bronze Dragon.

But to judge this one as a Metal Dragon based solely on that…

Hah.

Thinking of this, Ma Zi cast a look of disdain toward the elderly Gem Dragon below.

Trash is trash—even unable to tell dragon bloodlines.

What Bronze Dragon? This is clearly a powerful Chromatic Dragon with Red Dragon blood as its main lineage!

At this moment, Seth did not know what the powerful Red Dragon on the dais was thinking; he reached out to block Li Ang from advancing and said, "My Lord Ma Zi, Li Ang is still…"

But before he could finish, Ma Zi cut him off coldly: "I told you to bring him forward. Don't you understand?"

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Faced with the firm stance of the seventh-rank dragon, Seth wanted to say more.

But just then, a calm voice suddenly entered his ears: "Don't worry, Grandfather."

Before Seth could react, Li Ang had already stepped ahead of him.

Seeing the back of that figure, the elderly Gem Dragon froze in place.

This kid has more backbone than he imagined.

To be honest, even Seth himself didn't know what would happen if he kept blocking.

If he truly angered the Red Dragon on the dais, even if he didn't lose his life, his fate would be far from good.

But now was not the time to think of such things, for Li Ang was about to take his place and bear Ma Zi's wrath.

Just as Seth grew frantic, Ma Zi slowly lowered his head before Li Ang.

He stared at the young man who showed not a trace of fear, and narrowed his eyes slightly: "Aren't you afraid at all?"

As he spoke, crimson flames flickered faintly in the Red Dragon's throat, and the acrid stench of sulfur instantly filled the entire circular hall.

Yet facing Ma Zi's near-threat, Li Ang's first thought was that the dragon's oral hygiene was worse than a Puppy Dragon's.

But he didn't go so far as to point it out; instead, he grinned and said: "Why be afraid? Does My Lord Ma Zi truly intend to kill me?"

"Or is it…"

Li Ang paused slightly, his golden pupils sweeping the surrounding dais: "Will all the lords here just watch you kill me?"

"Hah…" Ma Zi let out a low chuckle at this, "Hard to say—if things truly come to blows, no one here can stop me."

Though he spoke these words, he now confirmed with certainty that this young dragon's veins truly carried the blood of their Red Dragon lineage.

Especially those golden eyes—though he didn't know what dragon breed could possess such a trait, the arrogance and pride radiating from them felt deeply familiar to Ma Zi.

Just like his own.

At this moment, Li Ang's eyes flickered with surprise upon hearing Ma Zi's words.

'So bold?'

He hadn't expected this Red Dragon to disregard every other dragon in the room.

Just as he was about to speak, a voice suddenly cut between them: "Enough, enough, Ma Zi—why do you always scare the young ones?"

The speaker was a Huang Tong Dragon.

The moment he saw him, Li Ang recognized him as the "Lord Randolph" Seth had mentioned.

And as he suspected, upon hearing the Huang Tong Dragon's interruption, Ma Zi spat a jet of flame from his nostrils and sneered: "What? Randolph, do you think I'm wrong?"

"I didn't say that."

Randolph brushed it off casually, then propped his chin on a sturdy forelimb, studying Li Ang with keen curiosity: "You're quite interesting, kid—no wonder Seth has such high hopes for you."

"Looks like our Metal Dragons will soon have another seventh-rank dragon."

For dragons, a few centuries counts as "soon," so his words were technically correct.

Of course, only "soon" was fine.

"Metal Dragon?" As if hearing something absurd, Ma Zi angrily flicked his tail: "Looking at this kid, he's clearly more our Red Dragon!"

".?"

Hearing this, Seth's face filled with question marks.

What do you mean "more Red Dragon"? Does this kid have Red Dragon blood in him?!

Wait—no wonder Ma Zi's behavior seemed odd earlier… it's because he's one of us?!

Realizing it was just a false alarm, Seth exhaled inwardly in relief—but was immediately filled with confusion.

After all, since the first time he met Li Ang, he'd only sensed a Bronze Dragon's aura; only now, during this meeting, had he vaguely sensed something off.

'Could it be this kid's ancestors had Red Dragon blood, and he's recently undergone atavism?'

Without knowledge of the 【Console Player】 or the 【Sage Thief】, this was the most reasonable guess Seth could make.

After all, no one could imagine a Bronze Dragon acquiring Red Dragon blood through post-birth means—and matching it so perfectly that even seventh-rank dragons couldn't detect the flaw.

Of course, Li Ang was even more extreme—he'd jumped from human to dragon, and even now, his panel still plainly displayed "Human" under the race field.

As Seth speculated wildly about possibilities, the atmosphere between the two seventh-rank dragons on the dais grew increasingly tense.

Upon hearing Ma Zi's words, Randolph scratched his head scales with a claw, then asked with obvious confusion: "What are you talking about? Isn't this kid a Bronze Dragon?"

"Seth said he's a Bronze Dragon and he didn't deny it—how could he be a Red Dragon?"

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Playing dumb, are we?

Ma Zi was so angry he laughed, then said in an extremely overbearing tone, "Say what you want, but there's no way it's wrong that this little one has red dragon blood flowing inside him."

"Fine, fine, fine, if you say so, it doesn't concern you anyway. You were just threatening the kid a moment ago."

"That's called an elder's care and concern, understand!"

"Heh, then I'm afraid ordinary dragons wouldn't have the fortune to enjoy your 'care and concern.'"

Just as the two were locked in an unresolvable argument, a voice suddenly rang out in the conference hall.