Hiss—hiss—
"Lowly mongrel!"
The Blight Venom Dragon Lord's rationality allowed it to force down the fury in its heart. It licked the blood from its fangs and circled through the air, radiating killing intent.
The recent battle had made it realize that the lowly Dragon Race creature hiding its true identity was not as weak as it had imagined. Nor could it rule out the possibility that its opponent's true body was weak, but possessed a Class Construction for controlling puppets in battle or some kind of class bonus.
The Dust Star Dragon Lord's bright white vertical pupils held an added trace of seriousness and gravity as it looked at Tang Zheng.
According to the previous Prophecy, no matter what they did, the outcome would probably be failure!
Those words sharpened the Dust Star Dragon Lord's gaze. Its face was cold as carved stone, and its expression grew even more solemn.
Mother had performed divination. Though its contents had been vague, they could roughly be inferred to indicate an unfavorable situation. But the other party's "Prophecy"—the extinction of the Dragon Race!
The Dust Star Dragon Lord's heart thumped once within its chest. After a brief silence, it spoke with dignity. "Tell me your name."
"Mission Kemplitt." Tang Zheng controlled the Crimson Dragon Lord as he spoke.
The Blight Venom Dragon Lord narrowed its eyes.
This was not a naming style unique to the Dragon Race. It could basically be ruled out that he was a Dragon Lord from around the time before or after the descent of the Eight Greed Kings.
"My name is Kukufos Foros Nadariel." The Dust Star Dragon Lord beat its wings, raised its slender neck, and spoke with quiet majesty. "Mission, there should be no problem with calling you that, correct?"
Tang Zheng's heart stirred. He