Summoning the Crippled Bodies

"Come out!" He raised his left hand and punched deep into the sea.

Swoosh!

A golden flood dragon was forced out of the water. 

All the gods associated with dragons were extraordinary, stronger than others of the same level. 

This one was an eighth-level god king.

The golden flood dragon hovered in the sky, its golden vertical pupils filled with cruelty. "I didn't want to be your enemy!"

"Kill them!"

Braydon Neal ignored it. The golden flood dragon wasn't worthy of being his enemy. With just a thought, he could make a move.

Braydon's body instantly expanded, resembling a Dharma Idol! 

He punched the golden flood dragon and fought it fiercely.

The golden flood dragon wasn't afraid at all. 

It unleashed the pressure of a god king, sweeping across the sea for 90,000 miles. 

Its massive body stirred the surface of the water.

Braydon grabbed the dragon's tail with one hand and hurled it into the sky.