"Roar!" The Gold Blade Dragon greedily eyed Rainbow, unable to resist licking its lips.
It was the first time it had seen a Pureblood Flood Dragon with such a sweet and tempting aura; it was a pity it couldn't kill and devour it, for the taste would surely be incomparably delicious.
Indeed, the Gold Blade Dragon felt certain of victory even before the battle had begun.
Although the Pureblood Flood Dragon opposite gave off a faint sense of danger, the power it exuded was pitifully weak, not even at the apex of Class VI. The dragon believed that it needed only one Sharp Gold Blade to enjoy the thrilling sensation of gushing Dragon Blood.
Heeding the warning from Gees Goldsmith, the Gold Blade Dragon let out an eager, excited roar.
It could no longer contain the bloodthirst burning within it.
Even if it faced punishment after the battle, it still wished to witness the spectacle of spurting Dragon Blood.
