Chapitre 87: Mystic Hall of Mastery

Right before the entrance of Argon, Flake was talking with Zoar with a friendly smile on his face when suddenly his eyes turned sharp and a powerful aura broke out of his body.

Swish!

BAM!

The sound of metal clashing against metal resounded in the air while a powerful ripple swept through the surroundings, sending those with a weaker physical strength flying without any chance to resist!

"And what exactly do you think you are doing, if I may ask?" Flake's voice was ice cold while his eyes stared with immense killing intent at the one who wished to severe his head just a moment ago.

Right before Flake, a Silver Dragon that was not even at the middle stage of the Warrior Rank was pressing his spear firmly against his sword, its tip only an inch away from Flake's head!