C528 Beihuang Zhenmu

The weak scholar chuckled when he heard this.

"Brother Zhenmu, you are still so confident!"

The middle-aged man nodded slightly and said.

"My million soldiers of the North Barbarian can't kill a little dragon sitting on your throne!"

"It's you, aren't you going to destroy your Myriad Beast Alliance by making this bet with me?"

"Hahahaha!"

The weak scholar laughed loudly when he heard this