Peerless Taoist

Apart from the dragons of the four seas, there were also many dragons from other tribes. There were more than a hundred tribes of different sizes.    

The dragons were mostly scattered across the surface of the water. There were dragons roaming between the Middle Land, the desolate lands, and the great rivers and mountains.    

These dragons were more or less a force that was not small when gathered together.    

Now, since they were going to choose the Dragon Monarch, these dragons could also participate.    

"Since the rules have been stated, then... let us invite the Dragon Register Holy Scripture!"    

Ao Guang suddenly bit his finger, a wisp of golden blood flying out from the blood and landing in the sky.    

At the same time, Ao Qin, Ao Han, and Ao Qian bit their fingers at the same time, strands of golden blood merging into the sky.    

Very quickly, along with a series of loud rumbles, the blood actually condensed into a huge ancient book in the air.    

This ancient book was very heavy, and it steadily floated in the air. Every page was marked with countless names of various sizes with golden seals.    

These were all generations of the dragon race's dragon emperors.    

The birth of every Dragon Monarch would leave their names on this ancient book, and this ancient book would forever preserve the name and deeds of this Dragon Monarch.    

This was a technique that the Dragon Race of the Four Seas had left behind for the Dragon Race of the Four Seas before they separated in the ancient era.    

When they were about to choose the new Dragon Monarch, they would invite out the Dragon Register Holy Scripture to personally supervise the selection process.    

Only in this way would the selected Dragon Monarch be enough to convince the masses!    

"Now, begin. All those who wish to participate, leave your blood on the Holy Scripture."    

Everyone who participated in the battle walked out from their own factions and stood at the very front.    

Biting his finger, wisps of blood were immediately attracted by the Holy Scripture and fused into it.    

Countless traces of blood fell onto it, names appearing one after another.    

However, just as no one was paying attention, Lu Yu's blood suddenly fell onto the Holy Scripture.    

Bang!    

With a loud rumble, the golden page of the Dragon Mark suddenly trembled.    

But soon, the Dragon Mark regained its calm, and Lu Yu's name appeared clearly on it.    

"Mm?" Ao Guang suddenly let out a light sound of surprise.    

For a moment, he felt as if the Dragon Mark had broken free of his control, about to fly out.    

But very quickly, the Dragon Mark was once again grasped by him.    

Ao Guang shook his head, abandoning this distracting thought.    

When all the names of the people participating in the battle were arranged on it, the light of the Dragon Mark flashed once more. This time, some people's names had an additional line connecting them to another person.    

"Battle, begin."    

From the open space, one arena after another suddenly rose.    

Around these arenas, there was a faint screen of light enveloping them.    

This light screen did not have any effect, but as long as one was struck out of the light screen, it would automatically be judged as a loss.    

"The first match, the Northern Sea Dragon Clan versus the Western Liang Earth Dragon Clan!"    

As soon as the words appeared, a fat man with a round body immediately jumped up, and the entire arena trembled a few times.    

This fat man looked very ugly. When some of the surrounding high-level dragons saw him, they could not help but frown.    

Ao Feng even said with a sneer, "These low level dragon clans can't even take form properly. Letting Ninth Elder take action is simply using a sledgehammer for a sledgehammer."