Looking at the old crone in front of him, Wang Yan sneered, flicking the tip of his Soul-Breaking Spear toward her: "So you're just playing tricks, but don't think that'll scare me. The Blazing Flame Flood Dragons are all your subordinates, right? Let me tell you, I've killed them all."
As he spoke, Wang Yan kept a close eye on the old crone, trying to glean any clues from her expression.
Yet the old crone showed no reaction to Wang Yan's words. Slowly raising her hand, she held a bowl made of yellow clay, speaking in a hoarse voice: "Have a bowl of soup—"
Wang Yan snorted, saying, "Soup, is it? Fine, but before that, take this spear of mine."
With that, Wang Yan's body flickered, and he lunged at the old crone with his spear.
From Wang Yan's standpoint, being in the deepest part of Hell among the Blazing Flames, this old crone had to be the leader of the Flood Dragons.
