Boom!
Dragon Clan Deathmatch!
The scene fell dead silent!
Everyone was dumbfounded!
"Holy shit, a Dragon Clan Deathmatch?"
"Once both parties enter this battle, the fight won't stop until one of them dies!"
"This is a life-and-death situation!"
The old rogue frowned.
"Godfather, forget it. I don't want the Blood Dragon Crystal anymore!" Ye Wudao held out the crystal in his hand.
"Yeah, the Dragon Clan Deathmatch is way too terrifying!" Long Mie said, looking nervous.
The Old Dragon King sneered, "What's the matter, old fool? Are you scared?"
"Scared?" The old rogue smirked arrogantly, "I didn't even know how to spell the word 'fear' from the moment I was born..."
"Heh, in that case, why are you wasting time?" The Old Dragon King's aura was overwhelming. "You either fight me to the death or declare war on the Dragon Clan. There is no third option!"
