Ao Yuan's figure was tall and upright, with muscle lines as hard as if chiseled by a knife, his entire body exuding a powerful and oppressive aura.
On his forehead grew a pair of sharp, menacing horns, glinting with a cold light, seemingly capable of easily tearing apart any obstacle in his path.
In this moment!
The Flood Dragon slightly lifted his chin, his eyes brimming with overwhelming arrogance and disdain. He cast a sidelong glance at Lin Lang, a mocking curve pulling at the corner of his mouth.
The surrounding mermaids all cast odd glances in their direction, some curious, others scornful. For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire banquet became somewhat subtle and awkward.
Zhi Xi's cheeks flushed slightly red as she tightly gripped Lin Lang's hand, her eyes resolute as she loudly declared:
"Lin Lang is not weak, he's very strong!"
