Thousands of dragon corpses, exuding a somber aura of death, floated behind the Old Dragon King.
This scene sent chills down one's spine, an instinctive terror.
However, Ying Zheng was extremely satisfied, smiling as he said, "You have made the perfect choice. The Dragon Race, under your hand, will once again reach its former glory!"
This sounded like both a commendation and a promise.
But whether it was praise or a promise, that imperial demeanor was fully embodied in Ying Zheng.
He seemed like a born king.
His entire being was filled with confidence, overlooking everything, dominating all!
"Let's hope so."
The Old Dragon King didn't like Ying Zheng's demeanor or tone, but he had to admit that the other was an excellent choice to place bets on!
"So, before returning to Great Qin, should we first eliminate a hidden danger?"
The Old Dragon King said, his indifferent gaze finally settling on Lin Heng.
In an instant, the entire atmosphere of the scene became subtly tense.
