"Then why haven't you drawn your sword yet?" Daniel crossed his arms, his expression calm and composed as he stared directly at Frosty, a hint of provocation and disdain lacing his tone. "Are you afraid? Does the shadow of the past still make you hesitate?"
At his words, Frosty trembled slightly, a flash of anger and unwillingness igniting in his single eye. "Dragon Lord, don't be arrogant! I'm not drawing my sword; I'm just waiting for the perfect moment to strike you down!"
Whoosh! At that moment, a green shadow suddenly launched a sneak attack on Daniel. The figure moved as fast as lightning, accompanied by a sharp rush of wind, closing in on him in an instant.
However, Daniel seemed to anticipate the attack, slightly shifting his body to evade the deadly strike with ease. The green
