810 Death Master

The Death Dragon Tyrant did not have any expression change. It seemed that he was used to being scolded.

"I am speaking nicely to you. It's not right for you to scold me and tell me to go away. In this world, is killing each other the only way to solve problems? If I killed your son, you will avenge your son and come after me, even if you killed me, my offspring will avenge me, and then you will also have your offspring. When will vengeance ever end?" Death Dragon Tyrant said all of this in a single breath.

"Anyway, anyway, are you serious, don't you know that this is the site of our undead divine system, even if you kill us, you can't get away," the Death Dragon Tyrant sighed, "What about this, let's find a way to have a solution to the problem... "

Swoosh ——

The Death Dragon Tyrant didn't manage to say another word. It couldn't stand the incessant nagging. Its eyes that could indict fear shot out countless rays.