Li Xinge vs. Lü Fengxian

"Governor Lü, I've long heard of your reputation."

Li Xinge smiled faintly.

Lü Fengxian looked at Chixiao beneath Li Xinge's feet. Deep in his eyes flashed a trace of envy and resentment, almost too faint to notice.

That was a flood dragon.

A creature capable of reaching the sixth-tier Demon King realm.

The Demon Race was different from humans.

Their lifespans were often several times, even dozens of times, longer than those of the Human Race.

Rumor had it that the Old Dragon King of the Underwater Dragon Palace had lived for more than sixty thousand years, and his strength was unfathomable.

If a Human Race Aristocratic Clan could subdue a demon with immense potential, it would be like gaining a pillar of strength that could protect the Lineage for thousands, perhaps even tens of thousands, of years.

Unfortunately, most demons were proud and untamable.

That was especially true of the Dragon Clan, royalty among demons.

Li Xinge truly had extraordinary luck.

If Li Xinge had crossed over a little later, he would surely have thought of a new term for Lü Fengxian right then: a sour radish.

Li Xinge gave his hand a shake.

Chixiao beneath him immediately understood. With a long cry to the heavens, Chixiao rapidly shrank and soon became a thin cord wrapped around Li Xinge's hand.

"Li Xinge, you certainly cut an impressive figure. And what extraordinary luck you have."

Lü Fengxian could not help sneering at the sight.

Li Xinge acted as though he had heard nothing.

Instead, he said coolly, "Lü Fengxian, take your people and get out of Eastern Ridge. Do that, and today's matter ends here."

Cold light flickered in Lü Fengxian's eyes. "The world says you're arrogant, Li Xinge, that you look down on everyone. Now that I've met you,