"Do not compare me with ordinary Lords of the Abyss; they merely possess lower Hell Bloodlines. How can they compare to me, who bears the Abyss Hell God Clan Bloodline? However, low-level Hybrid Dragon Clan like you will never understand the might of bloodlines."
"No, no, no, I was wrong, I understand. You despise your bloodline, yet you must use it to become powerful. Such a pity; mongrels like you will never comprehend the power of Divine Blood."
Marda sneered coldly, immediately initiating an unabashed taunt.
The Ink Dragon's eyes blazed with fire, and with a roar, he charged madly at Marda.
"You bastard, I will crush each of your bones slowly. Then, I'll let your so-called Divine Blood drain dry drop by drop."
"I look forward to it."
Marda dashed forward as well, the two raising their battle spears like two frenzied Knights wielding dragon lances in charge.
When the two were close enough, they simultaneously launched a charge.
