That little Daoist priest, stand out!

"I really believed your lies."

Wan Shanzi's face was ashen as he looked at Lord vast sea.

Last time, Lord Cang hai had given him an idea with a confident tone, as if the baby Thunder Dragon was already in his bag.

He had never expected this.

Not only did his plan fail, but the followers of the northern Sea who had followed him were also annihilated, and he had become the commander of the beam of light.

And the reason for their failure was that they were annihilated by an eight-year-old dragon.

It sounded incredible.

Lord Cang hai smiled and poured him a cup of tea. Wanshan Weng, please calm down.

"So the one who died was not your subordinate, Lord Cang hai. If we can't catch the pure-blooded true dragon, you won't be the one punished." Wan Shanzi said angrily.