"But you—people from the Golden Dragon Lineage, I know all of them, and I've never seen the likes of you." Feng Lin said coldly.
Tang Zhong hadn't expected his disguise to be seen through so quickly. He didn't grow flustered; with so many people attacking at once from all around, this was going to be a thorny fight.
He had already made his preparations in secret.
"Since that's the case, there's nothing left to talk about." Tang Zhong had already taken the Dragon-breaking Staff into his hand.
Jin Guang flashed along the staff, as if it could already sense Tang Zhong's killing intent.
"We of the Golden Dragon Lineage never admit defeat."
Right now, there was no way Tang Zhong could expose his identity as the Lost Dragon. That was a secret, especially in front of these people from the Blood Demon Realm. If they learned he was the Lost Dragon, there's no telling what they would do.
"Courting death." Feng Lin sneered.
Then he waved his hand broadly. "Do it. Kill him."
