The Price of a Foul Mouth
Standing in the center was a brawny giant clad in black mystic-water armor, holding a pitch-black spear.
A pair of thick black flood-dragon horns grew from his head.
His features were rugged, his muscles knotted all over, and the exposed skin of his body was covered in vicious black scales.
To his left stood a slender woman of bewitching beauty.
Her sea-blue hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and she wore a magnificent long dress woven from countless ice crystals.
Chill radiated from her body, and even the surrounding seawater showed faint signs of freezing.
The one on the right was a gaunt old man with a sinister face.
An eerie light flickered within his pair of sickly green, triangular eyes, making hearts tremble.
All three were Demon Kings of the Underwater Dragon Palace!
The moment the black-armored giant appeared, his sharp gaze locked directly onto Li Xinge.
Yet when his eyes fell upon the tiny crimson flood dragon coiled around Li Xinge's hand, his pupils abruptly contracted.
"That is..."
The bewitching woman and the sinister old man followed his gaze, and their expressions changed dramatically in an instant as well.
"A dragon seed?"
The bewitching woman cried out in shock.
Not merely a dragon seed.
The purity of its bloodline was enough to make even Demon Kings like them feel their souls tremble.
But then, their gazes shifted from Chixiao to Li Xinge.
The shock in their eyes was swiftly replaced by towering fury.
"Bold of you, you lowly Human Race insect!"
The black-armored giant's eyes widened in rage. His black spear pointed at Li Xinge, its tip so sharp it seemed capable of punching a hole through space itself.
He roared, "You dare keep a noble dragon royal seed by your side