[Does Ice Emperor Lam have so many fans?]
[Ignore them, they're all from the Ancient Mist Region.]
[Who says! I'm from the Zhongkong Region!]
At the competition site.
Huge snowflakes drift down.
It's actually not the Saw Sound Dragon... Qiao Sang looked at the pet beast about twelve meters away, entirely crimson, with flame-like eyebrows extending upwards over its eyes, and strong limbs and tail adorned with iron rings, and felt a weight in her heart.
Since the start of this regional competition, Yuan Tianlong has always sent out the Saw Sound Dragon in the first match of each round, but unexpectedly not this time against her.
As thoughts flickered, the cold qi on Lubao spread out.
The temperature dropped sharply, and everything on the ground along the way was instantly covered with a thick layer of ice, including the Red Warm Dragon that had just raised its foot.
