In the next moment, a swordsman appeared above the dragon, looking down at it.
Hearing the dragon's words, Ares' lips curled slightly, his tone tinged with curiosity, "What did you just say?"
The shadow of the Golden Dragon flickered, quickly distancing itself from the swordsman!
The once arrogant Golden Dragon now faced a formidable enemy, its scales trembling with fear. The oppressive aura from this stranger was terrifying!
"When did the human race produce someone as powerful as you?" The Golden Dragon watched warily. Though it had descended in soul form on the thirty-second floor, the Golden Dragon's strength was top-tier! Born from the purest lineage of the Upper Three Races' dragon race, it took over ten thousand years just to hatch.
