Old Dragon's eyes filled with terror. As he looked at Mo Hanxing, he was thinking about how to kill him without letting anyone else find out.
I don't seem to be able to beat him? This thought surfaced in Old Dragon's mind, and in an instant, he lowered his banners and silenced his drums.
This was his greatest secret. He swore that he had never told anyone about it in his entire life.
No, he had told Bronze Sword King—while drunk!
"You are..." Old Dragon immediately understood. Mo Hanxing—he was Bronze Sword King!
He had never died at all!
Before he could finish, Mo Hanxing had already cut him off. "The past is like smoke. I am only Mo Hanxing, Mo Hanxing of the Divine Ruins."
"Enough nonsense. Are you doing this or not?"
"If that dragon girl of yours finds out what happened between you and her mother, I think..."
Before he could finish, Old Dragon hurriedly interrupted him. "I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it!"
He and that dragon girl had once been mutually in love. As the most handsome dragon in the Dragon Clan, without exception, he possessed immense charm. Quite a few female Dragon Clan elders had professed their love to him, but he had rejected them all.
He had loved only one dragon girl in his life—the daughter of the Dragon Clan chief.
But the chief would not grant his wish.
His background was poor, and his bloodline was not pure enough. Other Demon Race blood ran through his body, his combat strength was average, and the Dragon Clan chief detested him.
He had originally planned to elope with the dragon girl, but unexpectedly, an accident occurred that day.
Well, according to him, it had been an accident. He had accidentally stumbled upon