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The inhabitants of the Royal City paused their work to find a good spot to watch the show. Just as they expected, how could that young lady allow Zaire to rampage around as he pleased?

As for the older generation, they hardly cared. As was the way of the Dragons, they left the matters of the younger generation to the younger generation.

It was at this moment, just as Zaire's voice was booming and echoing throughout the planet that the sound of slow footsteps filled their ears. This matter was incomparably mysterious, how could it be that such soft steps could overwhelm the sounds of a demon qilin's booming voice? Yet, that was exactly what they experienced.

Zaire's expression turned serious, his haughty bravado turning down a half measure as his eyes slightly reddened. It wasn't out of fear or rage, but rather battle intent that pierced the heavens.