The dragon had not expected that even at this time, Zhu Ling would still command him to do things, which made him feel somewhat angry.
After all, he was the master of this dragon palace, and Zhu Ling was at best a guest. Since when did a guest get to order the host around?
However, when the dragon met Zhu Ling's gaze, he instantly cowed.
In the face of life and death, there are no guests and hosts, only the one with the stronger fist gets to call the shots.
The dragon simply wished to die a natural death, he did not want to provoke Zhu Ling, the little disaster star, and end up dying an agonizing death.
The dragon didn't give it much thought, as it was merely a matter of squashing an ant with ease.
With a flick of his claws, the cave in the distance instantly formed thick layers of ice, sealing off the exit.
