"Ao Qing!"
The "Flood Dragon" Ao Qing coiled its tongue, tossed Zhang Wangyue onto its back, and continued to charge forward.
It glanced back at the charging Barbarian Bull General, its eyes filled with disdain.
'So what if I provoked the Demon Court? What can you do to me?'
'Sure, we're both Tier Five Demons right now, but soon I'll transform into a true Flood Dragon and become a Tier Six Demon.'
'In a few more years, I'll be a true dragon. The paltry Demon Court? I'll be able to destroy it with a flick of my wrist.'
'Afraid of you?'
'With my human pet constantly providing me with blood food rich in draconic might, I fear nothing!'
'Anyone who dares to harm my source of blood food is an enemy of me, Ao Qing! A battle to the death!'
'And this name, Ao Qing... it's actually quite nice.'
'He provides blood food and even gave me a name. How wonderful.'
