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"Humans!"

"Enough!"

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor was enraged. Throughout its life, it had been renowned and respected, even when facing the bizarre and uncanny, it had never suffered such humiliation.

It was practically being insulted to its face, yet it couldn't retaliate.

How infuriating!

"I know you're anxious, but just hold on a moment."

Jiang Han crossed his arms, embodying the epitome of a sharp-tongued and mean-spirited figure. "True powerhouses have always disdained external evaluations."

"Only the weak care about that."

"Lies don't hurt people; the truth is the swift blade."

Jiang Han glanced sideways at the Holy Tribunal Ancestor. "The way you're hopping around, you really are a pathetic dragon..."

I'll 'pathetic' your dam!

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor's face turned black with suppressed rage, its dragon eyes glaring like lanterns in the night.

If looks could kill, Jiang Han would undoubtedly be suffering the punishment of a thousand cuts right now.

"What are you staring at?"

"Besides glaring at me with those big eyes of yours, what else can you do?"

"You can't even prevent people from freely entering and exiting your own territory, and more than once at that."

"Do you enjoy this kind of thing?"

Jiang Han looked back at the gate and clicked his tongue. "Tsk, tsk, let's just tear down this broken gate. I'd be embarrassed to use it as a decoration."

"I'll say it one more time: I have never been defeated by humans!"

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor roared, "Not everyone can pass through this barrier silently like you!"

"You are uniquely different, understand?"

"Uh..."

Jiang Han scratched his head, momentarily speechless.

This old dragon...

How did the conversation turn into praising me?

How am I supposed to keep insulting it now?

"So, you knew about the previous person entering the hall?" Jiang Han asked.

"Nonsense!"

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor was also exasperated, blurting out everything. "Didn't you see that huge shadow on the throne? Are you blind?"

"That's really a human shadow?"

Jiang Han looked at the blurry figure on the throne, astonished.

He originally thought it was a member of the dragon race, a powerful figure transformed into a humanoid form.

Who knew it was actually a person?

"Wait a minute, let me sort this out."

Jiang Han waved his hand. "According to you, your esteemed dragon race allowed a human to sit on the throne? That doesn't seem right, does it?"

"..."

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor remained silent.

"Oh, let me rephrase that."

Jiang Han said, "Your dragon race is too pathetic!"

"Ignorance!"

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor finally couldn't help but roar, "How could a mere race sit on the throne of our race!"

"That's just a phantom!"

"The location just happened to be there; it's just a coincidence! Do you understand coincidence?"

"To have such a coincidence, things probably aren't that simple, right? Oh, no..."

Jiang Han paused and continued, "Let me rephrase that. To allow such a low-level coincidence to occur, your dragon race isn't anything special! Weak is weak!"

"Heh."

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor was about to laugh in anger. "An ant who hasn't even stepped into the sixth rank dares to say such things, truly ignorant and arrogant!"

"Do you know that in the past, your human race didn't even have the right to look up to our race's glory!"

"The past is the past; now is now." Jiang Han shook his finger. "If you're weak, then practice more."

"Your dragon race is so impressive; then tell me, how did this coincidence happen?"

"Of course..."

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor was about to explain when it suddenly realized something was wrong and shut its mouth.

It suppressed the anger in its heart and calmed its emotions. "Heh, human, trying to provoke me and then seek the truth? You fellow..."

"If you don't want to say it, then forget it. It's not like I'm begging you to tell me."

Jiang Han sneered, not taking it seriously.

But he was secretly muttering to himself.

Alright, it seems this old dragon isn't so stupid as to be tricked with a few words.

It can only be said that it's worthy of being a monster that has lived for tens of thousands of years...

"Anyway, being weak is just being weak. Why make excuses? I don't even want to hear it."

"Trash!"

Jiang Han casually gestured a couple of times, looking quite disdainful.

On one hand, it was the old artist's pursuit of perfection in his performance, natural and flawless. Even Zhang Yimou would praise him for being a veteran actor.

On the other hand, he didn't have much hope of obtaining truly useful information from the Holy Tribunal Ancestor with just a few words.

This old dragon, although it seems to be missing a screw, is actually very shrewd in its heart.

It knows what can be said and what cannot be said.

"Our race! Is not weak!!!"

The next moment, the Holy Tribunal Ancestor's roar suddenly rose, its voice piercing through the hall and soaring into the sky.

"If you're not weak, then why are you shouting so loudly?"

"You scared me!"

The sudden zero-frame start made Jiang Han's head buzz.

Why is it getting anxious all of a sudden?

"Heh!"

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor coldly laughed as it soared into the air. Its aura wasn't particularly powerful, but it exuded the supreme majesty and nobility of the dragon race.

"Human!"

"You're right about one thing: our race has indeed declined."

"This is no longer the era of dragons."

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor's eyes flowed with a strong sense of loneliness, but this only lasted for the blink of an eye before being replaced by arrogance.

"But!"

"Whether it's the Lost Continent you're on, or humanity, or even all the races in the universe today that have been able to continue to this day,"

"You all have to thank our race."

"If our race hadn't stood up, the bizarre invasion of that year would have destroyed everything."

"Do you understand this?"

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor looked down at Jiang Han from a high position, as if it were looking down on the world. "It was our race that blocked the main force of the bizarre, allowing other realms to breathe."

"And even though the Dragon Realm has been destroyed, our race still has dragons participating in the decisive battle on the Lost Continent, driving away the bizarre and the false gods."

"Otherwise, so many realms would have been destroyed because of this; why is the Lost Continent able to exist?"

"Based on this alone, you, as a native of the Lost Continent, shouldn't look down on our race so much."

"Understand?"

"That makes a lot of sense."

Jiang Han listened with great interest and nodded. "But I'm not from the Lost Continent; I'm from Earth."

"Earthling?"

This time, it was the Holy Tribunal Ancestor's turn to have its head buzzing.

Which remote corner is that? Never heard of it!

"Yes."

Jiang Han touched his chin, thoughtfully saying, "Although your intelligence might not allow you to understand, the Lost Continent is another world to us. I mean, it's like the concept of a virtual world. Can you understand that?"

"Just a virtual world."

The Holy Tribunal Ancestor sneered. "You underestimate our race too much. Having ruled so many realms in the past, what haven't we seen?"

"You know?"

Jiang Han felt a little surprised and couldn't help but feel a stirring in his heart.

Could it be that this Holy Tribunal Ancestor can understand the truth of the 'Doomsday' descent?

If that's the case, this old dragon really has something!