"The Dragon God is very powerful, isn't he?" Shen Yanxiao looked at the eight-winged golden dragon. She could imagine how powerful the Dragon God was in the Hidden Dragon Continent.
"For the dragons, he is the strongest," Xiu lightly said.
"How did he die?" Shen Yanxiao's search for the Dragon King's Decree was no longer as urgent. She instead wanted to know how the most powerful dragon in the history of the Dragon race had fallen.
"Satan killed him." Xiu's voice did not fluctuate in the slightest.
"Satan?" Shen Yanxiao looked up at Xiu. The moonlight fell on his shoulders through the boundary, making his face look exceptionally beautiful at this moment.