"Evil Xiao, why are you here?"
Li Zheng walked out and saw the guy with light blue skin on the street. His limbs were long, and his large palms looked like two fans. He was the last and only descendant of the Celestial Dragon Race—Evil Xiao!
"I'm here to demand the Black Dragon Spear." Evil Xiao stood there, exuding an aura that naturally spread from within, giving off a subtle pressure.
Li Zheng frowned and said, "Why are you looking for me for the Black Dragon Spear? Go to the blacksmith shop and find eldest brother to forge another one for you, isn't that easier?"
