"Hilea, we have business to attend to now. When we get back, I'm going to have a proper fight with you."
A smile appeared on the silver-haired elf's face as he slowly said, "Lorax, if you can so much as touch the hem of my clothes, I'll fight you."
The burly black-haired man shot the silver-haired elf a vicious glare but said nothing more.
If that bastard did not hold back, he truly had no way of even touching the other man's clothes.
At the back of the crowd, Velin silently recited Lorax's name. A new title surfaced in his mind—the Lord of Cold Light, a Legendary Intermediate ancient silver dragon, now 3,537 years old. Before reaching the Legendary realm, he had driven back two undead Legends in human form, then smashed apart the World Tree of a Second Energy Level world in dragon form, escaping alive despite being pursued by several Legendary Experts.
His other accomplishments across the world were too numerous to count, but compared to those two feats, they were hardly worth mentioning.
The Lord of Cold Light possessed profound attainments in magic. He could debate the principles of laws with Legendary Experts specializing in ice spells and leave them ashamed of their inferiority, yet he loved passionate close combat, leaving the world utterly baffled.
Seeing that the other man did not react, the silver-haired elf waved his hand and opened a Demiplane passage, drawing everyone inside.
"Are you going in yourself, or do I kick you in?"
Hearing the silver-haired elf's words, the burly black-haired man snorted and entered the Demiplane.
The distance between the Sinapsis Subcontinent and the Brizet Subcontinent was not short, even if it was not especially far. Since there was a convenient route available, he was not stupid enough to fly all