"Enough, stop arguing, there's no need for it. Just go into battle, defeat the opponent's pet beast, and argue all you want after the match," Qi Feilong shouted.
The Rock Flying Dragon turned its head, looking at Qi Feilong with its wide eyes.
Beast Master, are you serious?
The Rock Flying Dragon had been very confident about defeating the little white spider, but the little white spider's earth-binding threads and web that bound its mouth had shaken its confidence.
Can I really beat the opponent?
Such questions lingered in its heart.
"Rock Flying Dragon, pull yourself together and don't be confused by the opponent's little tricks. The opponent isn't strong."
Qi Feilong said something he himself didn't believe.
The Rock Flying Dragon believed him a little because Qi Feilong's tone was so certain.
Qi Feilong said, "Rock Flying Dragon, use the Earth Emperor Dragon's sandstorm."
