Chapter 570: Six Realms, Nine Tiers

"Blood feed?" The moment the Red-Scaled Flood Dragon spat those words out, Dante Easton's face darkened. No one enjoyed being treated like livestock. Being called blood feed by a beast made it worse. The Halfborne Ruler lay across his chest. Black-and-white currents coiled along its length, slicing the scorching pressure rushing at him into ribbons. He stepped forward and lifted his gaze to the flood dragon's proudly raised head. His expression stayed calm, calm enough to chill the bones. "A...