Yang Fei nodded in agreement: "Indeed, this is practically a little monster."
As he spoke, he recounted the origins of Dan Dan, watching Mad Blade closely as he narrated.
As expected, Mad Blade was utterly shocked: "Little Bird Yang, are you serious?"
Yang Fei snorted: "Would I joke with you about something like this?"
"This little monster has lived for countless years, every hundred years it falls asleep and then regrows. It's weak now, but only because it hasn't grown up yet."
"But even so, this little monster uses its essence blood to create dragon talismans that can kill even a True Martial Master instantly."
While speaking, he took out the remaining two bullets and handed them to Mad Blade.
"See for yourself, the River Beaver died from these bullets."
Mad Blade took the bullets, mouth agape, suddenly punched Yang Fei on the shoulder, laughing heartily.
"Little Bird Yang, we've hit the jackpot. With Dan Dan, it means we have the capacity to fight the Alliance of Gods."
