"If Yun Luofeng has not shown up in front of my eyes when I count to three, then I swear I will let the ground be dyed red by the blood of this little kid of your Ancestral Dragon Tribe!" Feng Yongqing raised the long sword in his hand. His face was extremely cold and his ferocious eyes fell on the ghastly pale face of the little kid in front of him. He did not feel any sympathy in his heart for this little boy.
"One... "
"Two... "
"Three!"
He counted very slowly, but his voice was hitting heavily like a big hammer.
The kid's mother cried even more bitterly. She tried to free herself from the ropes tied to her body, and the despair in her eyes would break the heart of anyone who saw it.
Yu Tian cast a cold glance at them and said indifferently, "Don't wait any longer. Just kill him."
They were just ancestral dragons. For human beings, what was the difference between a dragon and a beast?
