"You're courting death!"
Locke could not take it anymore. He waved his hand and a snake-shaped black shadow dashed out and bit Morgan's finger.
It was Swamp Hydra's venomous fangs.
There were many people in the tavern. The Divine Light Dragon's specializes in air combat. In a narrow space, it was not as convenient as Swamp Hydra.
Locke injected mana into his shadow and turned into a large black snake.
The black snake jumped up from the ground like a bolt of lightning and wrapped itself around Morgan's neck.
At the critical moment, Locke's rationality overcame his anger.
The black snake only kept Morgan in place and did not bite him.
"Good, good, good, reaching out is really good.
"To have your cultivation at this age is enough to be proud of!
"Unfortunately, you're destined to die here. You shouldn't have provoked our young master Morgan."