C171 The Habit of Cutting off One's Sleeves

Wang Loong was akin to a living volcano, poised to erupt at any moment.

In his hand, the nascent form of a fire dragon had already taken shape!

At that moment, a flicker of amusement crossed the eyes of the Monarch of the Great Martial Country, seated upon the dragon throne. He had summoned Jiang Yuan precisely for this spectacle, yet he refrained from intervening