"Ji Dong, shouldn't we be landing outside the city now?" Frey asked Ji Dong to control the speed of the Purple Thunder Sky Dragon as they spoke.
Ji Dong glanced at his senior brother and shook his head, exuding an invisible authority from his very being, so much so that even Frey felt somewhat oppressed. This wasn't something Ji Dong did on purpose, but something that radiated unconsciously. Having fully merged with the two Monarchs, he could now truly be called a Tyrant.
"There's no need to land early. Qianshu is right. We have no time to waste on the internal struggles of the Foolish Rich Business Association. Let them feel a bit intimidated," Ji Dong said, patting the dragon horn of Maotai.
Maotai gently nodded its head and then, along with Wuliangye, lifted its head and let out a long, resounding roar to the sky. The body of the Dayan Sacred Fire Dragon swayed slightly in the air and then suddenly accelerated, charging directly towards Jin City.
