"Little scum, you've got some tricks!"
The corpulent old man looked at his damaged black scales, his face filled with violent anger. His hands transformed into dragon claws, and then they suddenly stretched out, reaching directly for Ling Xiao, vowing to crush Ling Xiao into mush.
Having come to assassinate someone else, yet having ended up killing one of his own, left the corpulent old man without any face, and even less able to explain himself to the Black Dragon King.
That's why he was so violently angry.
"Mere child's play!"
Ling Xiao sneered coldly, his figure suddenly accelerating, causing the two dragon claws to grasp at nothing.
By the time one looked again, Ling Xiao was already in front of the corpulent old man, his right hand forming a one-foot-long Qi sword that glittered with a bright golden light.
Sharp and terrifying.
"How can he be so fast!"
The corpulent old man was shocked and appalled.
