"An idiot dragon from outside, just as I thought!
Bloodline levels were introduced by Xiluo to judge how noble a dragon's bloodline is and how powerful it will become, based on its potential and strength!
And my level 7 bloodline is only a little inferior even to that level 19 Softscale Silver Dragon who's about to become legendary."
The young she-dragon raised her head, her face full of pride.
She snorted straight at the Red Thunder Dragon through her nostrils.
Koraman beside her also raised his head, immensely proud.
To earn such an assessment, to be only a little inferior even compared to the Softscale Silver Dragon-they had put in tremendous effort to become this outstanding!
What was more, their mutated bloodlines were still improving!
They believed it would not take long.
They would take another step forward, catching up to or even surpassing the Softscale Silver Dragon.
Could a Red Thunder Dragon like her do that?
"Oh? So this was something Xiluo introduced?
Then... Xiluo, take a look at what level I am now. Surely I won't lose to two green dragons!"
The Red Thunder Dragon spoke casually, not taking the two Dragon Cubs seriously at all.
Her attitude made both Dragon Cubs bare their teeth.
"An idiot dragon from outside, just as I thought. You have no idea how noble a level 7 bloodline is!"
Xiluo merely looked at the Red Thunder Dragon, thought for a moment, and said:
"Lady Ailan should also be level 7."
"She's level 7 too?!"
"I'm only level 7?"
The two female dragons roared in surprise, yet said entirely different things.
Then they looked at each other again.
Each felt the other would be difficult to deal with.
Meanwhile, Xiluo thought to himself.
*This Red Thunder Dragon was level 15 at sixty, with