Zhu Minglang's expression remained calm, a slight upward curve at the corners of his mouth.
It was as if from the beginning to the end, he had never taken any of the experts from this mechanical city seriously.
His gaze was fixed on Huo Shangjun, who had already walked up to him.
The two dragons beside Huo Shangjun were indeed quite eye-catching. Whether it was the Purple Cloud Dragon or the Golden Dome Dragon, both emitted an aura of dignity resembling that of the Azure Dragon.
"Tell me, which of my dragons would you like to be trampled underfoot by and pressed into the mud?" Huo Shangjun asked.
The Purple Cloud Dragon's entire body radiated with a purple halo, misty and ethereal, exuding an extraordinary temperament. Especially its long dragon whiskers added a touch of immortal charm.
