"It's blue, and its skin is like crystal …"
"Blue dragon?
No!
Blue dragon's skin is made of scales! "
"Crystal dragon?
Looks like it!
But it's not a battle-type dragon. It can't fly as fast as me, and it can't make me so scared!
No! "
"Then what kind of dragon is he?"
"Why is he chasing me?"
Demon Shisan's mind was in a mess.
Just then, he suddenly felt that the dragon's voice sounded familiar.
"Why does it sound like Saint Two?"
"No!
It can't be him!
How can Saint Two be a dragon!
I've been scared out of my wits by Saint Two! "
Demon Shisan stared blankly at Saint Two. Out of instinct, he flapped his wings to maintain his balance.
"Hey!
Demon King, have you lost your mind? Don't you recognize me … "
"Boom!"
Hearing the dragon's voice, Demon Shisan's vision went black. He felt dizzy and fell from the sky!
He … he's Saint Two …
Saint Two is a dragon …
How is this possible?
Saint Two … is a dragon!
Ah … Saint Dragon!
Demon Shisan, who was tumbling down, suddenly woke up.
He spread his wings and steadied himself.
He looked up and saw that Saint Dragon was still looking at him with a mocking gaze.
He was so scared that he didn't dare to move.
"You're Lord Saint Dragon?"
He carefully looked at Saint Two with a fearful gaze. He wanted to look but didn't dare to. He took a peek and immediately retracted his gaze.
"Mm!
You've got bad eyes. You only realized it now.
Why are you still a Demon King? You might as well abdicate! "
Saint Two looked at Demon Shisan proudly.
Demon Shisan didn't dare to say anything. He could only show a smile that was uglier than crying.
Then, he thought of another name.
"Lord Saint Two, is Saint One yours?"
"Saint One is my big brother!"
Saint Two's vanity was greatly satisfied.
At the very least, this Demon King was still very indignant when he didn't transform earlier.
But now, his attitude had changed 180 degrees!
"Then who is Zhang Xing?"
The Demon King asked again.
Saint Two's eyes turned.
'This guy wants to get to the bottom of it. Can I tell him?'
"Can't you see?
All the beast kings are willing to acknowledge my boss as their master. Who do you think my boss is? "
Plop!
Demon Shisan's heart skipped a beat.
"Ah … he … he's Senior Dragon God?"
"First Saint is Lord Holy Dragon?"
Demon Shisan trembled as he spoke. He was stunned for a moment.
"Pa!
Pa! "
He slapped himself twice in the face with his wings.
"You're really blind!
I should have guessed that it was Senior Shenlong and Senior Sheng Long!
Other than you, who else has such a high cultivation?
Other than the three seniors, who else can play with us in the palm of their hands? "
Having said that, Demon Shisan immediately bowed respectfully in the air.
"Senior, please punish me!"
"How are you guilty?
We're fighting for ourselves.
Come, come, come. My words are like nails. Take one of my moves first. "
Saint Two was not confused at all.
Although his vanity was satisfied, he didn't forget about the business at hand.
He would not change his stance just because of Demon Shisan's flattery.
"It can't be …"
Demon Shisan pulled a long face, as if he really didn't dare to do it.
"Cut the crap!
If you don't take one of my moves today, I'll … kill you! "
Demon Shisan shuddered …
A few minutes later, on the battlefield of the South Prince's residence …
"Look, they're back!"
Everyone looked up.
They saw Saint Two flapping his huge wings. Under his claws was Thunder Roc Demon Shisan, who was covered in wounds and on the verge of death!