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"You, who are you?"

The dark red dragon's soul was trembling as it spoke weakly.

"How come I've never heard of someone like you in the Furious Dragon Legion?"

The old beggar chuckled. "I'm just an old beggar with half of my body buried in the yellow soil."

Pausing for a moment, his expression turned grim. "Do you want to live? If you want to live, tell me where your boss's nest is."

"You want to find our boss?"

The dark red black dragon narrowed its eyes, which were bigger than a palm-leaf fan, and suddenly sneered. "You want to go straight to the enemy? Let me tell you, it's impossible!"

The old beggar whistled and said teasingly, "Is that so?"

In the next second, he used Stellar Transposition and his robust body landed on the dark red black dragon's back.

"Then let me change my question. Why did you ask that black dragon to kill each other just now? Does your Black Dragon Clan also have different factions?"