So the dagger was finally out?
Jiang Chen gave him a sidelong look. "No sacrificial offerings for you. If you want a life, your dad has one."
Tie Zhu's face fell at once, and his cries grew louder. "Oww, this dragon is dying of pain! That slash took half your son's life!"
"Shut up. Keep yelling and your dad will personally take the other half."
Silence immediately returned to his ears.
Tie Zhu even added ingratiatingly, "No need to trouble you with that, Dad. I'll hurt a little longer and die on my own. I just hope you won't waste all this fine meat after I'm gone. Cook a few good dishes while it's still fresh. How did that old saying go? Fear not being ground to dust; leave deliciousness in the world..."
Jiang Chen couldn't be bothered with him.
Still, he was somewhat surprised. Even he had felt a lethal threat when Xuanyi's blade descended.
Yet after blocking it, this foolish flood dragon hadn't lost so much as a scale.
Only then did he notice something: ever since Tie Zhu had been released from the Dragon-Locking Well, every encounter he had experienced had been at the highest level.
First, he had faced Jiang Chen himself, using Demon Transformation as the Great Sage Who Covers the Seas.
Then he had witnessed the battle of the Ten Kings.
Even Ronnie, whom they had encountered on Puppet Island not long ago, had possessed genuine King-Level combat strength.
All beneath the Throne were ants. That was no empty saying. Even beings as powerful as the Reincarnators had to borrow the incomplete Ancient Formation within the Restricted Zone to plot a king's death.
That was precisely why.
Tie Zhu had never had much of a chance to show what he could do.
It had