The Epoch-making Divine Dragon

The atmosphere was suddenly charged with a sense of mortal peril.

With a turn of his head, Su Yu called out hurriedly, "Hold on! We have no idea how Yongye Qiumo offended you, but if there's any way we could make up for it, could you please let us try?"

"Make up for it? Hahaha..." The imprisoned wild beast looked up to the sky and burst out laughing with an expression of utter disdain on its face.

"How are you going to make up for what he had done? Yongye Qiumo deceived me and stole my dragon pearl. Let me ask you, how are you going to compensate for it?"

Dragon pearl? Su Yu gasped in shock. He scrutinized the strange beast once again to make sure he heard it right. He said his dragon pearl was stolen!

"My appearance must be hideous, isn't that so?" The strange beast's killing intent grew even more intense as it ridiculed itself contemptuously.