You have High Standards
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
How could Sagan Lazenby not be angry?
Luke Yates was impatient; he had only come here to eat a piece of meat and hadn't thought of putting in much effort.
Sagan gradually got into the zone.
He held the sword with both hands and said coldly, "I recently comprehended a new sword technique. It can slash the stars, the sun, and the moon. I named it... F*ck you!"
Halfway through his sentence, Luke ran off and turned around to kill the dragon.
The black dragon, unlucky and foolish, rushed up, wanting to fight the little fool head-on.
In the end, Luke's movement technique was ghostly.
He dodged, raised his hand, and slashed horizontally!
The sword light swept past, and a huge dragon tail fell.
It had just grown out!
The dragon's tail fell, and Luke caught it, turned around, and ran away.
The entire process was clean and neat, without any sloppiness.
Sagan seemed to have gone mad.