Power without sufficient strength to back it is as thin as a bubble. Touch it, and it pops. No one respects it.
Clearly, Muria's power was not like this. The ancient dragons standing beside him were the basic guarantee of his kingly power. Everything he did or said was now impossible to ignore.
"Isn't this a bit too much, even for the Dragon King's own son?" Upon seeing Muria standing in front of the throne, along with the ten ancient dragons guarding him, King Sesa of the Dragon People could not help but tense his neck, doing his best to suppress his own aura. These ancient dragons were no less powerful than he was.
Besides, they were all metallic ancient dragons, while he was currently a pure-blooded red dragon. If any of the ancient dragons took a disliking to him and decided to beat him up, he would have to take the beating without the opportunity to strike back.