"What's going on with this Demon Dragon?" the Great Elder whispered under his breath.
Stepping over the iron fence, he tried to walk through from inside.
As he approached, the Seven-Winged Demon Dragon let out an angry roar, its gigantic body lunging forward.
Its seven wings whipped up a storm.
Frightened, the Great Elder let out a scream, his figure directly blown backward.
"Who, who is that," the Great Elder called out, turning to Xu Zimei.
"Great Elder, my name is Xu Zimei," Xu Zimei responded with a smile.
"Could you control it a bit, make it quiet down," the Great Elder said.
"I'm not familiar with this Demon Dragon, and besides, I'm quite nervous myself right now," Xu Zimei innocently shook his head.
"Besides, the contest isn't over yet; this concerns my entire future life, I can't be careless."
"It's over, it's over," the Great Elder hurriedly said.
"You win this contest."
"Great Elder, don't force yourself," Xu Zimei said embarrassedly.
