The Dragon Emperor Succession Ceremony would be held three days later, so Jun Changxiao had nothing to do. He brought Rose Of Flowers around Dragon City to experience the different local customs.
During this period, the Dragon Race did not send anyone over. The Three Ministers and Nine Ministers were very unhappy.
We came with generous gifts to congratulate you, but your High Priest did not come over personally to receive us. Who are you looking down on?
"Patriarch!"
The Grand Tutor said angrily, "The Dragon Race has neglected the Stone Statue Race so much. Why are you being so cold?"
"There's no rush."
Jun Changxiao took a sip of tea and said calmly, "After all, they have to hold the Succession Ceremony. It's understandable that they don't have time to receive us."
"…"
Since the Patriarch had said so, the Three Ministers and Nine Ministers could only suppress their anger and continue to wait.
After waiting for another day, the High Priest still did not appear. Even the four Dragon Kings did not appear.
"What is this!"
"We shouldn't have come to the Dragon Domain in the first place!"
In private, the upper echelons of the Stone Statue Race were furious.
In terms of overall strength, our race is not weaker than your Dragon Race. In the end, we were treated so coldly. Is this how you treat guests?
Just as the Three Ministers and Nine Ministers were extremely emotional, the Dragon Race's High Priest finally arrived at the residence. As soon as he walked into the hall, he blamed himself and said, "I was busy with work and neglected everyone. Please forgive me."
"Hmph!"
The Grand Tutor and the others were displeased.
You still know to come?
"Uh …"
The High Priest was a little embarrassed. In order to ease the atmosphere, he looked at Jun Changxiao and said, "This little friend has an impressive appearance and looks like a jade tree in the wind. You should be the new patriarch of the Stone Statue Clan, right?"
The Dragon Race knew about the change of Patriarch of the Stone Statue Race after Gou Sheng came over.
"That's right," Jun Changxiao said.
"Heroes come from young!"
As the saying goes, one does not hit a smiling person. Since he was so polite, the Three Ministers and Nine Ministers could not find fault with him no matter how unhappy they were.
"High Priest."
Jun Changxiao asked, "Does the Dragon Emperor have time? I would like to meet him. "
He had initially planned to give Little Long Long a surprise when he became the next Dragon Emperor, but now that he was in Dragon City, the longing in his heart was growing stronger and stronger, and he couldn't control himself at all.
The High Priest said apologetically, "The succession of the Dragon Emperor is imminent. It's not convenient for me to receive guests."
These words made the Three Dukes and Nine Ministers unhappy!
Our Patriarch is already giving us a lot of face by attending the ceremony. How dare you put on airs?
"Alright."
Jun Changxiao expressed his understanding. After all, he was quite busy when he took over as the patriarch, so he understood Little Dragon's current situation.
After a brief exchange, the High Priestess took her leave.
Gongsun Ruoli walked in from the backyard and said, "This High Priest doesn't look right."
"What's wrong?"
"I can't say."
"…"
…
Two days later.
The Dragon Emperor Enthronement Ceremony began.
Unlike the Stone Statue Clan, the ascension of the Dragon Clan's leader was held in the Clan Hall.
Jun Changxiao led everyone to rush over and deliver congratulatory gifts. When the Dragon Clan reported these gifts one by one, all of the Dragon Clan martial artists were shocked. This was because the congratulatory gifts were far too generous!
There was a need to pay attention to the gifts.
It was rare to see someone as generous as Gou Sheng.
Fortunately, the Dragon Emperor Enthronement Ceremony did not invite the major forces of the Upper Realm. Otherwise, if they gave a thousand and he gave a hundred thousand, it would be a slap to everyone's face.
"Patriarch Gongsun, please!"
With more gifts, the treatment given by the Dragon Clan was immediately different. They were directly arranged to sit at the front, only two to three meters away from the Dragon Emperor's throne.
"Little Dragon."
Jun Changxiao sat down and thought, "I'm here to witness your enthronement as the Dragon Emperor!"
"Enthronement Hall."
At this moment, the High Priest shouted, "It begins now!"
Swish!
Swish!
The Dragon Clan martial artists gathered in the hall stood up one after another with a solemn expression on their faces.
"Dragon Emperor, please ascend to the throne!"
Under the solemn atmosphere, the side door of the hall slowly opened.
It's here!
Gou Sheng smiled.
Stomp.
Stomp!
Heavy footsteps sounded, and a figure in a gold-trimmed robe walked over, surrounded by Dragon Clan martial artists.
The smile on Jun Changxiao's face gradually froze.
The one who walked out was not Little Dragon, but a middle-aged man with a square face!
Jun Changxiao had seen him before. Back when the various clans came to the Sect of All Times, he had appeared. According to his master, he seemed to be called Qing Ming Dragon King.
No, no.
The main character should not have appeared yet!
Jun Changxiao stood up and looked deep into the side door, but … it was closed!
No one?
The plot was not right!
Stomp!
At this moment, the middle-aged man in luxurious clothes stopped in front of the Dragon Emperor's throne, and a powerful aura instantly appeared around him.
"It's really him."
Gongsun Ruoli's tone was not surprised.
Among the four Dragon Kings, Qing Ming Dragon King was the strongest. It was only natural for him to succeed the Dragon Emperor's throne.
Jun Changxiao was stunned.
Why was this guy standing in front of the Dragon Emperor's throne? Was there another procedure to be completed? Little Dragon was the last to appear?
"High Priest."
Qing Ming Dragon King said, "Announce it."
"Yes!"
The High Priest turned around and faced the Dragon Race martial artists. He said loudly, "As the Dragon Race's High Priest, I officially announce that the Dragon Emperor's throne will be inherited by Qing Ming Dragon King. Do you all agree?"
"Agree!"
"Agree!"
Everyone lowered their heads and placed their hands on their chest.
Qing Ming Dragon King smiled as he placed his hands on the dragon throne and sat down.
"I don't agree!"
Suddenly, a discordant voice sounded in the hall.
"Ga!"
Qing Ming Dragon King's body stiffened. He looked at the source of the voice with a black face and immediately locked onto Jun Changxiao. He said in shock, "It's you?!"
"Shua!"
Jun Changxiao jumped up and stood on the throne. He said angrily, "You are not a five-clawed dragon. What qualifications do you have to sit on the Dragon Emperor's throne?!"
Gongsun Ruoli was stunned.
The Three Chancellors and Nine Ministers were dumbfounded.
Although they were unhappy with the Dragon Race's neglect in the past few days, they couldn't say anything because of the relationship. Now that the Patriarch was publicly opposing the new Dragon Emperor, he was roaring at the new Dragon Emperor. This … was going to be big!
As expected!
All the Dragon Race experts present were unhappy.
An old man stood up and said angrily, "Presumptuous!"
Shua! Shua! Shua!
All the Dragon Race experts looked at Jun Changxiao. Their eyes were filled with anger.
Boom!
Gongsun Ruoli stood up and smashed the table in front of her. Her beautiful eyes were filled with coldness. "What do you want?"
The former Patriarch was so domineering!
But … there was still room for negotiation. But after she smashed the table, the direction of the situation was out of control.
"Shouldn't we be the ones asking this question?" The High Priest said in a deep voice.
We invited you here as guests, but you opposed the Dragon Emperor during the sacred Succession Ceremony. You were even rude to the Dragon Emperor. No matter what, we were in the right!
At this moment …
The atmosphere in the hall was extremely solemn.
All the Dragon Race experts glared at Jun Changxiao. Gongsun Ruoli, the Three Chancellors, and Nine Ministers stood up. They looked like they were not afraid!
"Cough."
At this time, the Qing Ming Dragon King raised his butt and signaled his clansmen to sit down. He said with a smile, "I didn't expect Jun Patriarch to participate in the Succession Ceremony. This Emperor is a little surprised."
Jun Changxiao said with a cold face, "Where is the little dragon?"
The Dragon Emperor was not his contracted beast. There must be something going on!
"Jun Patriarch."
The Qing Ming Dragon King smiled. "This Emperor respects the will of the people and accepts doubts. Even if you are an outsider. So, today, I will let you see if you are qualified to sit on the Dragon Emperor's throne!"
He raised his head with a ferocious expression.
Huff! Huff!
Huff! Huff!
In an instant, dragon qi gathered around and five dragon claws gradually appeared!
Gongsun Ruoli said, "It is indeed a five-clawed dragon!"
The five-clawed dragon in the Dragon Race didn't have five fingers or toes like humans. Instead, it had five limbs. Now that the Qing Ming Dragon King showed it, it was enough to prove that it was a genuine five-clawed dragon. It was qualified to inherit the Dragon Emperor's throne.
"Our Emperor will exist forever!"
"Our Emperor will exist forever!"
The Dragon Race experts knelt on the ground and cheered.
However, in front of irrefutable evidence, Jun Changxiao's eyes gradually emitted a monstrous killing intent.
There was only one five-clawed dragon in the Dragon Race. Since the Qing Ming Dragon King was the five-clawed dragon, it meant that the little dragon was gone. Or … it was snatched away by him!
Huff!
In an instant, a torrential qi wave enveloped Jun Changxiao. When everything dissipated, the Great Sage Set was draped over his body and the fourth-form Hard to Retract Blade was in his hand. He spoke like an emotionless death god, "This daddy will give you fifteen minutes. If you don't see the little dragon, the entire Dragon Race will be annihilated!"
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