As soon as he stepped into North Dragon City, Fang Hong noticed that this place was different.

The streets were filled with all kinds of demon race coming and going.

Each one had a powerful aura, yet not a single member of the Human could be seen; very few of the Human dared to set foot here.

Fang Hong walked along the street and inquired with several passing demon race Cultivators, and sure enough, he learned that there was a teleportation array in the city.

However, this teleportation array could not reach the southernmost tip of the continent directly, but it could lead to the most prosperous ancient city on the Dragon God Continent, "Ancestral Dragon City."

As the core ancient city of the Dragon Clan, Ancestral Dragon City would certainly have a teleportation array leading directly to the southernmost tip of the continent.

Following his usual habit, Fang Hong strolled around North Dragon City for a bit.

Having found no treasures to his liking, he did not delay further and headed toward the teleportation array within the city.

Soon, he boarded the teleportation array and left North Dragon City...

A few breaths later, Fang Hong’s figure landed steadily on a massive teleportation plaza.

The scale of this plaza far exceeded any teleportation hub he had ever seen before.

It stretched as far as the eye could see, with tens of thousands of teleportation array platforms densely arranged.

Various colored lights intertwined and flickered above the array platforms, and amidst the shimmering radiance, one could see a large number of demon race Cultivators moving about.

Around the array platforms, several Dragon Clan disciples wearing silver-white battle armor were stationed everywhere.

They were not only responsible for maintaining order but also for collecting teleportation fees from passing Cultivators.

The innate pressure of the Dragon Clan disciples ensured that the massive plaza never descended into chaos.

Fang Hong leisurely stepped off the teleportation array platform he had arrived on.

His gaze quickly swept across his surroundings, and he soon locked onto a Dragon Clan disciple not far away.

He walked over quickly and asked politely, "I would like to ask, is there a teleportation array here that can go directly to the southernmost tip of the continent?"

The Dragon Clan disciple raised its eyes to look Fang Hong over, and seeing that he was dressed ordinarily but had a calm and steady aura, the disciple reached out and pointed toward the northwest corner of the plaza.

The disciple replied in a flat tone, "Yes, there is. That array platform in the corner over there goes directly to South Dragon City."

"South Dragon City is an ancient city at the southernmost tip of the Dragon God Continent, but not many Cultivators usually go there."

Fang Hong looked in the direction the other pointed and indeed saw a solitary teleportation array platform.

That array platform was relatively small, and with no one lingering around it, it seemed exceptionally desolate.

It was clear that, just as the Dragon Clan disciple had said, very few Cultivators traveled to South Dragon City because that place was very remote and lacked resources.

Fang Hong nodded to the Dragon Clan disciple, thanked the disciple, and then turned to leave the teleportation plaza.

Having a direct teleportation array would save him several months of travel time; this was a huge help.

However, Fang Hong was not in a rush to take that teleportation array; he had other plans in mind.

Ancestral Dragon City was the most famous and prosperous ancient city on the entire Dragon God Continent. Since he had finally made it here, he had to explore it properly.

Perhaps he could even buy some precious treasures in the city.

Only after walking out of the teleportation plaza’s perimeter did Fang Hong truly step into the territory of Ancestral Dragon City.

Wherever his gaze fell, the houses in the city were very distinctive, almost all built from giant stone blocks.

Although the surfaces of the stones were rough, they exuded a heavy texture, and overall, they looked dignified and grand.

The streets were also exceptionally wide, and by the roadside were planted some towering ancient trees he had never seen before.

But as he walked, a question suddenly popped into Fang Hong’s mind.

He specifically used his Divine Sense to scan the sky above Ancestral Dragon City, only to discover that there were no restrictions set up here at all?

No matter where it was, any city with a bit of scale would set up protective restrictions in the sky to prevent foreign enemies from invading and trouble from occurring within the city.

But as the core stronghold of the Dragon Clan, how could Ancestral Dragon City not have any?

Fang Hong quickly figured out the key to this.

Ancestral Dragon City was the base camp of the Dragon Clan and the core location of the Dragon Clan on the entire Dragon God Continent.

Looking across the entire Heavenly Realm, what blind fool would dare to come here and cause trouble?

The name of the Dragon Clan placed here was the most effective restriction, more useful than any formation.

After all, no one was willing to risk their own life to challenge the majesty of the Dragon Clan.

Fang Hong continued to stroll along the street, occasionally entering a shop to check things out, but unfortunately, he didn’t see anything to his liking for the moment.

Not long after he started strolling, Fang Hong suddenly noticed that in a direction toward the west of the ancient city, an extremely dense aura of Demonic power was gathering together.

There were also faint, earth-shaking shouts and cheers, clearly indicating that a large number of demon race Cultivators had gathered there.

"Could it be that there is some major event in Ancestral Dragon City today?"

Curiosity immediately arose in Fang Hong’s heart, and he quickly hurried in the direction of that aura.

After passing through a few winding streets and turning two corners, Fang Hong finally arrived at the source where the aura was gathering.

Before his eyes appeared a massive plaza that occupied a vast area.

This plaza was smaller than the previous teleportation plaza, and in the middle, one hundred arenas had been built.

Each arena was fifty or sixty zhang long and wide, the surface paved with hard black rock, and the edges were inscribed with reinforcement runes, looking incredibly sturdy.

At this moment, there were demon race members sparring on every arena.

They were fighting intensely, with close-quarters combat and Dao Artifact attacks.

The powerful Demonic power collided, emitting a "rumble, rumble" sound.

Around the plaza, circular tiered spectator seats had been built, and at this moment, the spectator seats were already filled with the demon race.

A rough count would put it at at least several tens of thousands.

Everyone was staring intently at the matches on the arenas, and whenever a brilliant Move appeared, cheers would erupt; the atmosphere of the entire plaza was very lively.

Fang Hong came to a relatively empty section of the steps, patted the shoulder of a Tiger-Headed Person beside him, and asked with a smile:

"Brother, sorry to bother you, may I ask what kind of martial arts competition this is? Why is it so lively?"

The Tiger-Headed Person turned his head, looked Fang Hong over with wide, surprised eyes, and asked in a muffled voice:

"You don’t even know about this? Looking at you, you must have just arrived in Ancestral Dragon City from out of town, right?"

"You’re right, brother. I only just arrived here today and am not very familiar with the situation in the city yet." Fang Hong nodded candidly.

"No wonder you don’t know."

"This is the Hundred Demon Competition, held only once every three hundred years in Ancestral Dragon City. It’s a big day for the demon race, and many Demonic Emperors have traveled from other places specifically to participate."

The Tiger-Headed Person grinned and explained to Fang Hong.

"Hundred Demon Competition? Does this competition have any prizes? Like good medicinal pills or Dao Artifacts?" Fang Hong’s eyes lit up, and he quickly followed up.

The Tiger-Headed Person shook his head, replying in a somewhat flat tone, "If you’re talking about any tangible treasure prizes, well, there really aren’t any."

"What? No prizes?"

"Then why are these Demonic Emperors fighting so hard on the arenas? Could it be just to compete for a reputation?" Fang Hong was stunned and asked, puzzled.