Jazad stood still as he stared at the magic dragon. His body trembled in excitement and his large axe shone.
"So you really did kill a magic dragon. Impressive. Very impressive."
"Thank you for the praise." Tom smiled.
Jazad sneered. "But you are not the one who kill the dragon. It's the golems, right? You rely on your dad's power to help you. How can you become strong with that mentality?"
"That's where you are wrong. It wasn't the golems."
Bhazud teleported beside Jazad with tattered robe.
"Jazad, his golems are stronger than expected. We might have to retreat."
Shaking his head, Jazad replied. "No, there is no other chance. We have to kill him now."
Bhazud clicked his tongue. "Then you fight the magic dragon. I will handle the golems."
"Fine by me." Jazad roared as he burst out with formidable life force in an instant. Brandishing his large axe, he unleashed a powerful skill.
"Dragon Cut!"