A Dying Man Is Only As Good As His Word (1)
Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
Zuo Daoming was furious.
He was not miffed because he was going to die after coming all this way, but because he could not tolerate being humiliated like this.
Cannon fodder for dragons? He could not tolerate it.
As a human, he only wanted to have control over his life.
He was humble and polite, but he refused to be branded as food for some beast.
Even if it was the truth, he would not accept it.
He would not despair.
Even if he died, he would go down on his own terms.
He activated all the methods his Master had left him.
It even activated the dragon bloodline in his body.
"You're angry? Are you unwilling to admit that you are a bastard? If you don't want to admit that, why use your dragon bloodline? Perhaps you want to be a dragon instead of a human? What are humans anyway? Lowly creatures who are only worthy of being their ancestor's food."
Zuo Daoming ignored the Black Dragon's words.