Chapter 567: Metal dragon? You're farting!

The Red Dragon poked his body out from the high platform, and the huge shadow covered the two tiny figures below the platform.

Mazres stared quietly at the young man among them, and a trace of imperceptible doubt flashed in his vertical pupils, which were like lava.

You told him this was a Bronze Dragon?!

Although he was indeed very old, he wasn't so old that he couldn't even smell the scent of a Red Dragon!

'But why does this little thing smell so strange? A mixed-blood dragon species?'

However, besides the Red Dragon, Mazres also smelled many other scents, among which there was indeed an aura similar to a Bronze Dragon.

But if one judged the other party to be a metal dragon based solely on this...

Hehe.

Thinking of this, Mazres looked at the old Gem Dragon below with a hint of disdain.

Trash is trash; he even misidentified the dragon species.

What Bronze Dragon... this was clearly a powerful chromatic dragon with Red Dragon bloodline as the main one!

At this moment, Seth didn't know what the powerful Red Dragon on the high platform was thinking, but reached out to stop Li Ang, who was preparing to step forward, then said: "Lord Mazres, Li Ang is still just..."

But before he could finish speaking, Mazres interrupted him with an icy tone: "I said let him come forward, don't you understand?"

"..."

Facing the seventh energy level giant dragon with a tough attitude, Seth still wanted to say something more.

But just at this moment, a calm voice suddenly entered his ears: "Don't worry, Grandfather."

Then, before Seth could react, Li Ang had already walked in front of him.

Looking at the back before him, this old Gem Dragon was momentarily stunned in place.

This little guy had more sense of responsibility than he had imagined.

To be honest, even Seth himself didn't know what would happen if he continued to block.

If he really angered the Red Dragon on the high platform, even if he wouldn't lose his life in the end, his fate would definitely not be any better.

But now was not the time to think about such things, because Li Ang was about to bear Mazres's anger in his place.

Just as Seth felt anxious, Mazres had already slowly poked his head in front of Li Ang.

He stared at the young man before him who showed no sign of cowardice, and couldn't help but narrow his eyes slightly: "Are you not afraid at all?"

As he spoke, crimson firelight pulsed faintly in the Red Dragon's throat, and the pungent smell of sulfur instantly filled the entire circular conference hall.

However, facing Mazres's near-threatening move, Li Ang's first reaction was that the other party's oral management was not as good as the little dog dragon's.

But he hadn't reached the point of courting death by pointing this out, just grinned and laughed: "Why should I be afraid? Could it be that Lord Mazres really intends to kill me?"

"Or is it..."

Li Ang paused slightly, and used his golden pupils, which had been ignited at some unknown time, to look around the high platforms all around: "Will the lords present watch you kill me?"

"Hehe..." Hearing this, Mazres couldn't help but let out a low laugh. "That's hard to say. If we really start fighting, no one present can stop me."

Although he said this, he was already able to determine at this moment that the young dragon before him truly flowed with the blood of their Red Dragons.

Especially those golden pupils; although he didn't know what dragon species could possess such characteristics, that arrogance and haughtiness made Mazres feel incomparably familiar.

Just like him.

At this moment, after hearing Mazres's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Li Ang's eyes.

'So crazy?'

He didn't expect that the Red Dragon before him didn't put all the dragons present in his eyes.

Just as he was preparing to say something, a voice suddenly inserted itself between the two: "Alright, alright, Mazres, why are you always scaring the juniors?"

The speaker was a brass-colored giant dragon.

At the first sight of him, Li Ang recognized that the other party should be the "Lord Randolph" that Seth mentioned.

And the facts were just as he thought; facing the Brass Dragon's obstruction, a stream of fire immediately sprayed from Mazres's nasal cavity, then he sneered: "What? Randolph, do you think there's a problem with what I said?"

"I didn't say that."

Randolph brushed him off casually, then used his sturdy forelimbs to prop up his chin, looking Li Ang up and down quite curiously: "You little guy are really interesting; no wonder Seth thinks so highly of you."

"It seems our metal dragons are about to have another seventh energy level giant dragon."

For giant dragons, a few hundred years was also "about to," so his words had no problem.

Of course, it was only "about to" that had no problem.

"Metal dragon?" As if he had heard something incomparably ridiculous, Mazres flicked his tail with extreme dissatisfaction, "No matter how you look at it, this little guy is more like our Red Dragon, right?!"

"...?"

Hearing this, Seth was full of question marks.

What do you mean "more like a Red Dragon"? Does this little guy before him still have Red Dragon bloodline!?

Wait... no wonder he felt Lord Mazres's performance was strange earlier; it turned out to be one of his own people!?

Realizing it was just a false alarm, Seth breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, but immediately after, he was filled with doubt.

After all, from the first time he saw Li Ang, he had only felt an aura similar to a Bronze Dragon, and only this meeting did he vaguely sense something wrong.

'Could it be that this little guy's ancestors possessed Red Dragon bloodline, so it recently had an atavism?'

Without knowing about [Console Player] and [Saint's Theft], this was already the most reasonable guess Seth could make.

After all, no one could imagine that a Bronze Dragon could possess Red Dragon bloodline acquired later, and it was even so compatible that a group of seventh energy level giant dragons couldn't see any flaws.

Of course, Li Ang was even more exaggerated; he jumped from human to dragon, and even now, "Human" was still clearly hanging in the race column on his panel.

Just as Seth was guessing various possibilities, the atmosphere between the two seventh energy level giant dragons on the high platform had gradually become tense.

After hearing Mazres's words, Randolph scratched the scales on the top of his head, then asked with a face full of doubt: "What are you talking about? Isn't this little guy just a Bronze Dragon?"

"Look, Seth said he was a Bronze Dragon and he didn't refute it; how could he be a Red Dragon?"

?

Are you playing dumb?

Mazres was immediately laughed at by anger, then said with an extremely overbearing attitude: "Say whatever you want, anyway, it's impossible to be wrong that this little guy flows with Red Dragon blood."

"Fine, fine, fine, if it's there, it's there; anyway, it has nothing to do with you, you were just scaring people."

"I call that the care of an elder, do you understand!"

"Hehe, then I'm afraid ordinary dragons won't have the blessing to enjoy your care."

Just as the two were arguing, a voice suddenly rang out in the conference hall.