Thunder Dragon?
Lin Chen was shocked. A demon dragon that could lurk within the Thunder Pond and feed on the Thunder Origin, how could its strength be weak?
Bai Manmei and the others could hardly get close, and I, myself, with a Sword Bone body, have undergone numerous temperings, having endured half a year of tempering in the Thunder Secret Realm, only now barely able to withstand the thunderbolt's power here. Yet, this demon dragon could quietly hide here all along; judging from this point alone, I fear its strength might be on par with a Quasi-Saint!
Is this middle-aged man trying to capture this demon dragon to guard the medicinal herb garden?
Just who is this middle-aged man?
Thinking about how he talked about the Great Wilderness Saint, and how he saw through Zhuang Susu's Quasi-Saint strength at a glance, with that extremely indifferent attitude, Lin Chen couldn't help but have a frightening thought that startled even himself.
Could this middle-aged man be a Saint?
