The lifeless black dragon, akin to withering leaves.
The dragon's head and body, in Song Kanghao's incredulous gaze, plummeted rapidly, crashing heavily towards the ground.
Before he could react, the Elegy of the Soul had already pressed against Song Kanghao's neck.
"Sir, I'm begging you, spare me..."
"I know I was wrong. I'll leave the dungeon immediately..."
In clumsy Xia language, the white-bearded old man pleaded.
The fear of death made the elderly man, despite his age, kneel mid-air without hesitation.
With his most earnest tone, he began to beg for mercy.
Is this the strength of the younger generation of Xia?
A bit exaggerated, isn't it?
Even at the peak of the Eighth Transformation, there's no resistance at all.
"Weren't you just asking for Dragon Crystals?"
"The Dragon Crystals haven't even started being distributed yet. Where would I find them?"
Such an embarrassing situation; in all his years, Song Kanghao encountered this for the first time.
