"Get out of the way! Everyone, get out of my way!" A youthful roar erupted from the Dragon's Maw, sharp yet impossible to underestimate.
This was the transcendent status of the giant dragons within the Dragon Worship Church; even a hatchling dragon commanded the utmost respect from the cultist priests.
The cultist priest bowed his head and said cautiously, "My Lord, please wait a moment. The enemies have been increasing lately, and we must obey orders from above..."
"Orders? We dragonkin are the true masters of the Dragon Worship Church! How dare you inspect me?" Mantou continued to act with arrogance and rude demeanor.
The cultists of the Dragon Worship Church did not doubt; instead, they became more convinced of the Red Dragon's identity.
After all, such is the nature of Red Dragons—brutal, unruly, capricious—committing murder on the streets would be commonplace.
If this Red Dragon were docile and reasonable, they would begin to doubt its true identity.
