Orson rolled his eyes in frustration, barely managing to reply with a single word: "Scram."
Velorith: "Don't worry, I won't kill you. I'll let you experience the most cruel torture in this world!"
The Lightning Dragon King, with her snow-white arm raised, summoned a sword of lightning that cracked and popped like a whip.
"Where did this female dragon pick up so many bad habits? I told you, I'm not interested!"
Orson had three black lines running down his forehead. This female dragon wasn't just evil, she had some very unusual tastes.
Turning around, he glanced at Flame Fosset, who had yet to directly intervene, and said, "Hey, old bastard, pick a fight with someone. If you can't win, at least buy me some time."
"Good disciple, do you really have the ability to kill a dragon king on your own?" Flame Fosset eyed him skeptically.
"Stop taking advantage of me. Even if the King of Dragons comes, Golden Dragon King will die here," Orson spat.
