Below the 1764 Dragon Slayers

“The Dragon Race?”

“Do you really think that you bunch of trash from the dragon race have the right to bully me?”

Wang Xian looked at the more than 20 members of the dragon race who were filled with fear. His face was filled with mockery.

The dragon race was very strong, but this did not mean that some of the stinky fish and rotten prawns from the dragon race could flaunt their power in front of him.

This was especially so for a dragon king who was half a step away from longevity. He actually dared to challenge him!

He was really used to being arrogant!

“Die, you bunch of Fools!”

Wang Xian’s gaze swept across the more than 20 members of the dragon race. His figure flashed and instantly appeared beside an expert of the dragon race.

“PFFT! PFFT! PFFT!”

“Roar! Roar! Dragon King, our dragon race will not let you off!”

Screams of horror rang out one after another. More than 20 members of the dragon race did not have any strength left to resist against Wang Xian.