Chapter 727 War Dragon Guild Stands Firm

• Inside the War Dragon Guild, tension coiled like a steel spring.
• Above Jaziel's chamber, the sky itself seemed to buckle. A colossal phantom dragon—scales jagged, maw roaring—arched across the roof, surveying the compound with sovereign disdain. Shockwaves of raw force pulsed outward, rattling lanterns, rippling banners, and making even stone foundations groan. Not only did the essence locked in the innate spiritual stone rush toward Jaziel, but the very spiritual ley line's energy beneath the guild diverted, spinning into a spiraling vortex overhead. Faces around the courtyard tightened, eyes reflecting the storm. So fierce was this breakthrough that even seasoned masters dared not inch closer. If mere phenomena carried such terror, what depths would Jaziel's true strength carve?
• Inside the cultivation chamber—silent, windowless, lit only by rune-light—the air trembled.