Little White Dragon simply gazed at Xiluo with adoration.
"What's wrong, Gordon? Feeling hopeless already? Haven't you always thought you were every bit my equal?"
Xiluo looked at the Red Dragon Whelp and spoke softly.
"Damn it! Don't talk nonsense, Xiluo! I, Gordon, fear no dragon! You're no exception! I don't even know what despair means!"
The Red Dragon Whelp held his neck perfectly straight and stubbornly retorted.
"Don't put too much faith in bloodlines, Gordon! Throughout the history of Dragonkind, Mutated Dragons have been powerful, but ordinary dragons have defeated them before!
"Wasn't the legendary Red Dragon Emperor just an ordinary red dragon? And what happened in the end? He established a magnificent Dragon Kingdom in another realm.
"Although the entire Kingdom ultimately fell apart because of his death.
"Back then, though, countless Mutated Dragons submitted beneath his wings.
"You're the rival I've chosen, Gordon. You'll never be any worse than the Red Dragon Emperor! Believe in yourself, Gordon!"
Xiluo spoke softly, gazing at him as well.
The Red Dragon Whelp's eyes lit up as he listened. Then he snorted.
"Hmph! I don't need you to tell me that! You'd better work even harder to face me, or I could surpass you at any moment!"
The Red Dragon Whelp spoke with haughty defiance, then turned and left.
Seeing this, Xiluo inwardly nodded.
Good thing that pep talk worked.
Otherwise, things would've been difficult. Losing such a talented underling would've been a terrible waste, wouldn't it?
An ordinary dragon bloodline beating a Mutated Dragon?
That was just like the line people used in certain competitive games: there are no bad heroes, only bad players.
Everyone knew that mastering a hero to the absolute limit made them extremely powerful.
But clearly, differences still existed between them.
*The most obvious example was