Standing on the black dragon's back, Bing Ying looked at Long Shangdian and asked, "Who do you want to kill?"
"Dragon race from the God Realm." He replied calmly, with a hint of sarcasm in his tone.
Bing Ying thought for a while before saying, "No problem."
Hearing his words, Long Shandian fell silent. After a moment of silence, he smiled and asked, "Do you know how many people you have to kill to avenge me?"
Bing Ying glanced at the black dragon under his feet, and then at Long Shandian.
"Are you the last descendant of the Black Dragon Clan?"
This time, Long Shandian looked at Bing Ying with eyes full of hostility, as he clenched the sword in his hand even tighter. When he asked, there was murderous intent in his voice.
"Who are you?"