Fighting the Jiao Dragon Queen

The Jiao Dragon Queen was gigantic, laying above the treasure vault like a small hill.

　　 Below the Jiao Dragon Queen, Lu Xuan seemed like a tiny ant. From her eyes, Lu Xuan could see contempt and indifference.

　　 To the Jiao Dragon Queen, Lu Xuan was probably a trivial issue.

　　He was just an ordinary human thief stealing from the head of the Jiao Dragon clan. He truly was courting death.

　　 "I don't know which human sect you belong to, but all of you will have to pay for your actions, and your entire sect will die! Your beliefs and ideology will also cease to exist!"

　　 The Jiao Dragon Queen said coldly. She had assumed Lu Xuan to be a master of a newly-risen cultivation Holy Land on the Tempest Continent.

　　 But he was just a human brat who didn't know his limits.

　　 He may have been famous in the human world, but this was the deep sea, not human territory.

　　 "Talk is useless, come for me!"