The entire hall was now silent.
A dense, suffocating hostility permeated the air. The seventy-nine emperors, beings who usually held the fate of worlds in their hands, were all ready to cut each other down for the ivory-white spear.
"I am the protector of Prince Trian! I need the spear, so back off!" Trian's protector shouted, his voice echoing with the power of an Eternal Sovereign. "Or are you going to challenge the Fire Dragon royal family? Do you wish to see your domains burn?"
"Suck my dick, you dumb ass!" a supreme elder from a Ice Dragon family barked back, his aura flaring red. "Do you think anyone will care about your shitty royal family after getting this spear?"
He took a step forward, his killing intent overflowing.
