Lin Li really liked a saying from the Dragon Race.
"They roar, they fight, this is a war of kings, only death can end it."
Dragons are proud, they only acknowledge one king.
At present.
Judging from the underling who was in so much pain that he was rolling his eyes and screaming "my balls are crushed, my balls are crushed" on the ground, this time in the dragons' PK, Lin Li had the upper hand.
After all, how can a mere dragon body compare to mechanical ascension.
This is the Holy Sword, Excalibur.
The battle wasn't over yet, two more people lunged at him, Lin Li stepped aside and leaned back, the Holy Sword struck the opponent's elbow, with a crisp sound, that person stumbled and fell to the ground.
Another larger guy charged with arms wide open, Lin Li didn't dodge or avoid, his mushroom head conveniently hit the guy's chin, knocking him into a daze with a single strike.
