Kapitel 714: the gift of fate

"this is ... fate ... dragon of fate?"

the dragon bee queen looked up, her face paled, and she retreated dozens of steps.

all the other dragon species, especially the brass quality undead dragon, shuddered and fell to the ground like soft-legged shrimps, revealing their bellies.

"ancestor, ancestor, ancestor dragon? first, first, first generation ancestral dragon?"

the ghostly dragon king also stuttered, looking at the huge dragon head in the grayish-white fog in disbelief. he carefully felt the reverence and fear that came from the depths of his bloodline, and also fell to the ground with a thud.

"cough, cough, cough ..."

long wuji's body slowly shrank, returning to his standard battle dragon form of fifty meters. he coughed as he touched his abdomen, an expression of disbelief on his face.

the sword had disappeared.