No matter how reckless he was, he knew that he was no match for the Dragon Empress.
After angering the dragon, he might be chased to the Windy Abyss and his main body would be beaten up.
"Garen, what do you think?"
"For the Dragon Clan, are you willing to give up your life?”
The Immortal Dragon Empress turned her head, her five-colored hair flowing in the wind. She asked Shen Garen with a smile that was not a smile.
After pondering for a moment, Shen Garen took a deep breath. His eyes were clear as he said without emotion, ""Of course, if I can make the Lord of Storms pay the price in blood for this and let the war be won easily, my death is nothing.”
