At this moment, the six young women drew their treasure swords from their waists, swiftly forming a sword array to envelop their target.
Lin Xuan's face fell. He had held back in his previous strike, yet the opponents showed no remorse and gathered to form a sword array, intending to kill him. Did they truly think he was an easy target?
The dark red divine dragon roared, "Six little minxes, you really have no shame, trying to bully with your numbers?"
"Come on, come on, the emperor will accompany you."
"If you can make the emperor turn around, that'll count as your win."
This voice was exceptionally strange, like a thousand-year-old demon roaring, sending chills down one's spine.
Lin Xuan's lips twitched; this rascal dragon was incredibly provocative, yet he did not stop it.
The opponent was so arrogant, claiming they could suppress him with one hand—just ridiculous!
Even the most patient person has limits, and Lin Xuan was not someone who would be easily bullied.
