The Expert of the Dragon Tribe (6)

Song Mu snorted. "The president isn't here at the Alliance. Even if she was, we wouldn't hand her over!"

"Hmph!" the dragon snorted. "You forced my hand! Since you want to die, then I will grant your wish!"

Roar!

The dragon's angry roar reverberated in the sky and a puff of dragon's breath sliced through the air, aimed directly at the humans on the ground.

"Careful!" Xiao Xi grabbed Xiao Yan and protected him under her body.

Xiao Yan froze. He could feel a warm liquid slowly dripping down onto his face, moist and with a scent of copper.

He slowly looked up. His heart jolted, and tears wanted to escape his eyes.

"Auntie Xiao Xi…"

The woman was bleeding from all of the orifices on her face, the fresh blood provoking his nerves and causing his body to stretch taut.

"Leave here and tell the president to not go to Dragon Tribe… she mustn't go to the Dragon Tribe…"

Bang!