"No, no. From this moment on, you high and mighty Dragon King, you need to be more mindful of your words. From today onward, all the adult Golden Dragons in the Infinite Dimensions world will be eradicated," Orson mocked with a laugh. "And all the Golden Dragon eggs in your lair? They will all become mounts for my Godslayer Guild."
Orson drove the knife in deeper, adding, "Don't worry, I'll take good care of them."
"Foolish mortal, die! You vile, despicable ant!"
Soros's roar seemed to shake the heavens, but unfortunately, even the sky was blocked by someone.
Soros opened his dragon mouth, and an overwhelming Golden Dragon Breath surged forth like a golden river, crashing into the top of the furnace dome.
Orson knew that this old dragon was trying to break free violently, but he wasn't worried at all. In fact, he almost wanted to laugh.
