" With your ability, you can't even draw out ten percent of my power, but it should be enough to deal with these ants. Humph such disappointments, as the inheritor of Sky goddess you don't even have fifty percent of her talent. The pristine chaos horn is truly rotting in your hands." The dragon criticized looking at Hazal, sighing continuously, showing deep disappointment in its eyes.
' So it's called Pristine chaos horn, huh! The name sounds so arrogant, I wonder what kind of power it could hold in it's prime.
No wonder the Ancestor sky goddess chose it as her fate weapon."
Hazal thought inwardly, looking at the horn with curious eyes.
But his thoughts were interrupted by an ice-cold voice.
"Humph, Stop your ridiculous ideas, you won't ever be able to use me." The dragon's scornful v
