Quetone stared intently at the Golden Giant Dragon before him, his expression both grave and tense. With his knowledge, he could only vaguely determine that the dragon in front of him might be a Golden Dragon, but exactly what kind of Golden Dragon, he did not know, because its appearance was too unfamiliar to him.
An exotic dragon like him? Or perhaps a thousand-year-old Ancient Dragon that had surpassed its lifespan?
"Ancient Dragon? I’m not that old!"
At that moment, Noah’s dragon eyes were like a blazing sun, the fire in those eyes burning fiercely, releasing a light that seemed capable of piercing everything, while part of this Evil Dragon’s essence reflected in his pupils.
Just as he expected, this was indeed a short-lived dragon. Compared to the eternally shining Light of Life like the sun within him, this Evil Dragon’s life was like a blazing torch. Though its flame was bright, it burned vast quantities of fuel into ashes every moment.
There was naturally no Life’s Extreme Intent, as a short-lived being could not possibly condense such an intent, nor was there Soul’s Extreme Intent. An Evil Dragon eager for quick success could not possess such depth.
As for Skill’s Extreme Intent and Magic Extreme Intent, it was not that Noah looked down on this Evil Dragon, but a Red Dragon picked up by a Green Dragon and raised as a servant-warrior, wanting to grasp these two intents was simply laughable.
Only Power Extreme Intent and Extreme Intent of Qi were somewhat mastered by this Evil Dragon, and it had pushed them to a high level, especially Power Extreme Intent, which was forcibly piled up with brute force and unreasonable talent.
"I have no intention of opposing the Metallic Dragon Race. I only wish to lead my brothers and sisters to live quietly in this forest, without provoking any conflicts or disputes."
Feeling a strong threat and pressed by Noah’s gaze, the Flame Hell Tyrant backed off a bit, displaying extreme patience in front of the Metallic Dragon Race—remarkable for a dragon rumored to have a terrible temper—and he proactively explained, stating his intentions.
"I’ve heard you’ve eaten quite a few devils. Did you absorb their talent for deceit and trickery?"
Hearing the Red Dragon’s explanation, Noah restrained himself with great patience not to laugh out loud. One must say, the Red Dragon’s current behavior was indeed a stark contrast to its appearance and reputation.
If he had the talent to devour other beings to gain some of their abilities, it wouldn’t be surprising. Only, devour so much, to what madness would it eventually lead?
"You have prejudice and misunderstand me."
Quetone continued to retreat, his level of patience earned a look of amazement from Noah, for it was entirely against the nature of a Red Dragon, especially one that pursued rapid growth to match the pure physique strength of an Ancient Dragon.
The Golden Dragon announced its name, then it watched the Red Dragon’s covered bone plates and red scales, with spiky bone spurs adorned, as intense emotional changes appeared on its fierce visage,
"The Holy Dragon Noah of the Augustus family!"
Though Quetone had considered the Golden Dragon of the Augustus family from the first moment Noah appeared, the form of this Golden Dragon was vastly different from the image of the dragon from the Augustus family.
In the gathered intelligence, that dragon had no semblance of an Ancient Dragon, yet the sense of antiquity and age exuded by the dragon before him now made him wonder where this Ancient Dragon came from.
Now, Quetone was finally certain, and he also realized that no matter how much he backed down, peaceable resolution today was impossible.
He remembered the demands he faced from the envoy of the Augustus family; they were not without ambition. More importantly, there was an irreconcilable conflict of interests between the parties.
By overthrowing the Dragon Mother, Quetone took over and inherited everything from her, of which territory was the most important.
However, the land previously controlled by the Dragon Mother no longer satisfied the Flame Hell Tyrant. He needed more land, not only to satisfy greed but to meet his growing needs.
The future territorial map of the Augustus family, poised to become the sovereign over this land, encompassed all directions he could expand, including even the forest he currently occupied,
He, as a Red Dragon with half a foot already over the threshold of legend, could find no standing room on such a vast land. How could he ever submit to this?
As for leading a dragon group to migrate to other parts of the Continent, he never considered it. Would it be any different elsewhere? Where would Red Dragons be welcome? To establish oneself, one must exhibit power that instills fear and awe in surrounding communities and forces.
Moreover, in his eyes, now is the best turbulent time, the hell disaster has ended, and the strongest legend of the Eastern Continent has vanished, with legendary forces heavily damaged and still opposing each other, with incessant conflicts.
If he can seize the opportunity, he not only could establish himself on this land but also secure territory sufficient to support his ascension to legend.
Once he crosses the threshold and becomes a legendary Red Dragon, then he will be an existence few dare to provoke, he can look down upon the continent.
Legendary Red Dragon Lord, or rather, the Red Dragon King!
"Since you know of my existence, there is no need for us to continue this pointless verbal exchange."