Ashen Dragon

"Hurry! Make the most of the time!"

The Empire's construction team hurried over on a heavy magic-powered crane, beginning to salvage the Red Dragon that had sunk to the bottom and turned into an ice sculpture.

As the strong dragon body, covered in white frost and drenched in ice water, was slowly hoisted up, emitting waves of cold air, the female dragons present all felt a chill run down their spines.

"By Tiamat..."

"Is she... is she still alive? Did this White Dragon really dare to kill her kin in public?"

"Is she not afraid of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen's wrath?"

Tiniya, however, was proudly looking down, her chin almost raised to the heavens, practically gazing at the group of female dragons through her nostrils.

"Ladies, have you arrived? This is the fate of arrogance and contempt for the Emperor's will!"

The White Dragon snorted coldly, "This kind of weakling dares to covet the master's noble apprentice bloodline? Foolish delusion; she doesn't even qualify as a pet!"

"The master once told me, only a dragon that can defeat me is worthy of meeting him!"

"It's just..." Tiniya looked around, paused, and mercilessly mocked, "I see none of you here have that kind of strength. Please leave, the Empire does not welcome you."

After saying these words, Tiniya felt an overwhelming thrill in her heart, reverberating throughout. Is this what's described in those human stories as "showing off and putting others in their place"?

Truly marvelous!

The dragons were in an uproar.

That was Volcanis!

A powerful, mature Red Dragon, even she was easily defeated by this peculiar White Dragon. Do they even stand a chance?

Seeing this scene, many Black Dragons, Brown Dragons, and Yellow Dragons already had thoughts of retreat. Lacking strength and kin support, they stood no chance of winning.

These Chromatic Dragons were originally just here to try their luck. Leaving now incurred no loss; there was no need to risk their lives further, having witnessed Volcanis's fate firsthand.

Within the embrace of her Green Dragon kin, Vesuvius bowed her head, her expression fluctuating, teeth clenched tightly.

The Divine Favor of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen is indeed not easily obtained...

With the White Dragon's strength, we're no match; we must rely on those wastes' strength.

With this thought, Vesuvius stepped forward, emerging from the crowd of dragons, "Duke Tiniya, may I ask what counts as defeating you?"

Tiniya frowned; how could this Green Dragon be dumber than her White Dragon kin, not understanding even this?

"Of course it is..."

Vesuvius continued smiling, "Your strength is so great, surely you wouldn't mind facing several dragons at once, would you?"

Instantly, almost all the female dragons looked at Tiniya in unison, their expressions varying, with several Red Dragons eyeing her viciously, eager to try.

Currently, this White Dragon was the greatest obstacle blocking their path to Prince Cassius, like a towering wall standing before them.

If dozens of dragons present all charged at once, even a White Dragon couldn't stop them, right?

Among the mutterings of the Green Dragon kin in the group, harsh whispers could be heard.

"We come following Her Majesty the Dragon Queen's decree. This White Dragon blocking our way defies divine will! We should unite and remove her together!"

Even Tiniya, however foolish, could detect the Green Dragon's malicious intention, inwardly sneering.

The master was indeed right; this group of five-colored dragons are all despicable to the extreme. Without showing sufficient power, I can't restrain them.

——Ah, Tiniya completely forgot she was also one of the five-colored dragons.

Tiniya flapped her wings, coldly saying, "The master said, since it is the divine oracle of Her Majesty the Dragon Queen, we naturally must follow the traditions of the dragonkin; only one spot available, only the victor of a duel can meet Her Majesty."

"Otherwise..." The White Dragon's expression darkened, a breathtaking icy light glimmering in her pupils, "That would be a declaration of war against the Ashen Empire!"

With her long howl, over a hundred bipedal wyverns flapped their wings, emerging from the forested mountains behind, as a large number of Imperial Soldiers arrived in haste, prepared for battle.

And Tiniya also displayed a brand new scroll— it was a teleportation scroll leading to Cassius' bedchamber.

Under the army's intimidation, this group of female dragons restrained themselves, not daring to act rashly, but they all looked greedily at the scroll.

Vesuvius said lowly to the dragons, "In that case, let's fight in waves."

"This White Dragon might just be bluffing. When she defeated Volcanis, she probably used some magic equipment; she might not be able to use it now."

At this moment, Christina stepped forward, smiling, "Vesuvius, since you've noticed Duke Tiniya is bluffing, why not be the first to go? Such a good opportunity shouldn't be wasted!"

"You—"

Vesuvius gritted her teeth, showing embarrassment, but still sneered, "Christina, as an incompetent loser, you should keep your mouth shut here."

The atmosphere suddenly froze, the Chromatic Dragons each harbored their own motives, arguing incessantly, even coming to blows, yet unable to push out the first challenger.

This is the weakness of the Five-colored Evil Dragons; despite their numbers far exceeding the Metal Dragons, among them also powerful dragon species like the Red and Blue Dragons.

But they engage in infighting, always a scattered mess.

Internal strife is a gene embedded in the bones of the five-colored dragons.

They can never unite like the Metal Dragon Clan to build a fair and strict organization, remaining suppressed by the Metal Dragons across the multiverse.

In the end, Vesuvius used a goading tactic to provoke the anger of an adult Red Dragon, causing that one to step up first for the challenge.