"Liar!! That egg is my sibling!"
The old man, without a word, attacked him. As the flame dragon rushed towards him with his mouth wide open.
Eyes wide, Xia used his golden glove to absorb it. Even so, the flames brought about a scotching heat that burned the back of his arm.
"Looks like you have stolen something of great value from my daughter," the old man said with a small smile. His eyes always focused on the glove in his hand.
Xia swiftly pulled out his sword as well. "Things that are mine are not that easy to steal,"
"Hump, great talk, runt. See if you can handle this." he suddenly pulled out a whip and lashed at him. The spiny tips of it tangled with Xia's sword and pulled it right out of his hands.
Startled, Xia stepped back a little. He placed a hand on his bulging belly protectively. "Don't go overboard,"
"Ha-ha, look who is talking. A bloody slave dares to talk to this imminent one in that tone. You deserve to be punished," he whipped at him once again.
