Empyrean Dragon Realm [1]

They often say that a tiger father doesn't raise a dog son, but there's another side to that saying. To raise a dog son, there must also be a dog father.

As inky black mana flared out and overtook Wang Chen's aura, this was the only thought that came to Damien's mind. To do such a thing was probably the stupidest course of action there was.

After all, they weren't in an isolated space, nor were the people involved in the current scuffles even close to the only ones around. For Wang Chen to openly flaunt his traitor status was worse than stupid.

The second that inky black mana appeared in the air, the expressions of those 4th class existences that were gathered simultaneously changed. Cold gazes congregated on Wang Chen.

And before he could even finish prepping whatever attack he was planning to pull, a horde of all-encompassing auras pressed down on his back and forced his knees to the ground.