The flood dragon was extremely powerful when it was angry. Shen Changlin was a little dazed. He gritted his teeth. If it were not for the sword cultivator's extraordinary willpower, he would have knelt on the ground.
It glared at Ye Xuan. "Audacious human, I'll make you pay a painful price!"
The shadow of the Grim Reaper loomed over the two of them.
The person who angered the flood dragon was particularly calm. Ye Xuan was under a thousand times more pressure than Shen Changlin. After all, he was the flood dragon's main target.
"Can't you just let me finish? What I'm doing is freeing the dragon bones."
The furious flood dragon didn't listen to Ye Xuan's explanation at all. "You're still talking nonsense at this point. I won't be fooled by you despicable humans again."
