Chương 1742: Give Me The Sword

"Roar!" The Vermillion Dragon was also an illusion formed by the shining bright light.

Riding on the beast was a man covered in red dragon scales, holding a familiar red longsword.

"Zhufeng…" Ling Qingfeng cried in terror. "You were right! They have an elite who is at the same rank as our grandfather! Their trump card is the same grade as ours… What should we do…"

"Let's watch first…" Chen Xiaobei said. "If the Dragon Emperor finds himself in a tight corner, I will go and help him!"

Ling Qingfeng nodded, slightly relieved. Less so were the other Divine Dragon imperial family members, who raised their brows in doubt. How could a greenhorn like Chen Xiaobei be of any help to their Emperor?

Although it was true that Chen Xiaobei had bought and brought the Green Dragon's sword fragment back to them, that was merely proof of Chen Xiaobei's wealth and not his abilities.

Rumble!