Upon seeing a sudden figure appear, Zhao Liangdong instinctively stepped back half a pace and looked closely.
"Zhao Hanli?" Zhao Liangdong immediately recognized the face as Zhao Hanli's, but Hanli's right arm was that of a dragon claw.
"Elder, I am indeed Zhao Hanli."
It turned out the person who flew out from the Blazing Flame Flood Dragon group was Zhao Hanli.
Seeing Zhao Hanli, who was neither man nor dragon, appear, everyone was stunned and scrutinized carefully.
At this moment, for some unknown reason, the myriad Blazing Flame Flood Dragons also ceased their attack.
"Hadn't you surrendered to the Half-Venerable Holy Dragon?" Zhao Liangdong's eyes still flickered with suspicion.
Zhao Hanli hurriedly exclaimed, "Elder, you must have been persuaded by wicked words, surely spoken by that scoundrel Wang Yan."
Zhao Liangdong asked, "So you haven't surrendered to the Half-Venerable Holy Dragon? But what about your arm?"
