With Long Xiang's consent, Han Wu's gaze towards Long Lin was filled with murderous intent.

Long Lin felt a chill run down his spine under Han Wu's stare, leaving only his mouth defiant.

"I warn you, at the Dragon Championship venue, you can't summon your Giant followers or Locust vassals. Your Winged Dragon King is no match for the dragon race."

"Now, in the Ancient Dragon Tribe, only I can stand against the dragon race! Do you understand?"