"You've wanted to kill me, and it's not a new thought. Haven't you wanted to kill me for a long time?"
The Seven-colored Dragon seemed surprisingly accepting about whether or not it would be killed.
"I'll deal with you right now."
The Lion King took a step back, shaking his hefty body, and headed toward the entrance of the cave.
He grasped a whip in his paw, the whip covered with electric thorns. As the Seven-colored Dragon laughed at the Lion King, the Lion King lashed at the Seven-colored Dragon with the electric thorns.
Originally adorned with seven-colored scales, the Seven-colored Dragon was now battered and scarred by the Lion King; even Tang Rao could feel the pain upon hearing the whip strike.
"This isn't your place to speak. Do you think you're still the Seven-colored Dragon of yore? You're mistaken. Now you're nothing, and it's I, the Lion King, who rules here!"
