Ren Feifan laughed coldly, reaching out his hand. With a slight grasp, the Ancient Dust Sword flew into his hand.
He walked step by step towards the head of the Divine Dragon, his eyes staring fixedly at those two dragon horns!
The Divine Dragon naturally noticed Ren Feifan's gaze and instinctively retreated. However, his dragon tendons had already been pulled out by the opponent, and his body had several holes beaten through it. How could he escape?
"Boy, I advise you not to come any closer, or I'll let out a dragon chant and call the other members of the Dragon Clan over. You will surely die!"
Ren Feifan snorted coldly: "You mean the Dragon Clan? I think you've been stuck in here too long. The outside Dragon Clan is now controlled by my brother! Do you think he will help you or me?"
Upon hearing these words, the Divine Dragon's heart turned completely cold.
Just what kind of existence is this boy before him!
