A small western country in the Cerulean Planet.
On a busy street, the Dragon God Lord was standing there in a daze.
As for Zhou Zhou, he stood in front of "Him" and looked at him.
"He" shook his head and couldn't be bothered to say anything else. "He" slapped him to death.
Such a bloody act happened in public, but the surrounding people acted as if they didn't see anything and continued to do their own things.
Zhou Zhou had naturally set up this illusion.
With a thought, "He" took out the Dragon God Lord's spoils of war and started reading.
Unlike the Insect Lord, the Dragon God Lord did not have many precious spoils of war on him. He did not even have a single divine artifact. The best Loots were just a few Law Skill books and pure-blooded potions that could increase the density of the Dragon God Lord's bloodline.
To Zhou Zhou, it was completely worthless.
