"What grudge do I have against you?"
The Golden Dragon King asked in panic.
There was an unmistakable tremor in his voice, and genuine fear appeared in his blood-red pupils for the first time.
He had already witnessed Xia Ming's strength.
Although Tang San was far weaker than him, it was impossible for Tang San to be severely injured in a single strike.
Tang San was, after all, a God King-level existence. No matter how lacking he might be, he should not have been so utterly vulnerable.
Yet Xia Ming had done it, and he had done so effortlessly, as if it had merely been a casual wave of his hand.
That strength undoubtedly far surpassed his own and could even truly kill him.
The Golden Dragon King's mind raced.
He had never met Xia Ming before, nor did they have any past grievances. Why had Xia Ming come after his life the moment they met?
Was it because of the Silver Dragon King? Or because of his future status in the God Realm?
No matter how he thought about it, he could not understand. He could only retreat hastily while trying to stall for time and find an opportunity to strike back.
"No grudges, no grievances. I simply need your origin."
Xia Ming replied, his voice as calm as if he were stating something utterly insignificant.
There was not the slightest emotional fluctuation in his tone. In his eyes, the Golden Dragon King seemed to be nothing more than a resource waiting to be used.
At that moment, such indifference was more chilling than any anger or hatred.
When Xia Ming fused with the Qilin God Position, he had originally added a trace of the Golden Dragon King's origin.
That trace of origin had even been together with the