Outside the gate, the dragon was staring intensely at the black-robed man in front of him. In its eyes, there was deep fear.
It couldn't feel how powerful he was. However, it could feel how horrible this sword was. It was clear that with its present physical body, it could not take the strike at all.
However, the proud dragon never bowed its head to the enemy.
The dragon snarled at the black-robe man, with resolution in its eyes. Obviously, it was ready for fighting to death.
At this moment, the black-robed man suddenly stopped, and put away his sword.
The dragon was stunned.
The black-robed man whispered, "Have a talk?"
The dragon looked at him, "Human, what do you want to do!"
The black-robed man said, "Nothing. I have a disciple and he needs some dragon blood. Could you give me
