Felix didn't disturb the emotional exchanges among the young dragons.
The Old Red Dragon just chuckled twice, revealing a meaningful smile, then transformed into his true form, flapping his wings to fly toward the distant pastures.
If these little fellows continue to operate as they did before, they're in for a bit of trouble.
But this might be for the best, given Xiaowu's talent, he is destined to become the Dragon Emperor in the future.
Consider it an early cleanup of competitors and the cultivation of his own base.
On the mountain above the Ancestral Dragon Nest, both sides were in a standoff.
Lu Wenwu was carrying the burning Bath Fire Demon Dragon Staff with one hand, and the grin on his face grew even wider.
On the opposite side, a group of young dragons, large and small, seemed to harbor some ill intentions toward him.
