C95 Instant Kill

"Ah, talk about a temper tantrum," Lin Mo muttered as he watched the fire dragon barrel toward Chixin on the platform, a cold smirk playing on his lips.

He had suspected from the get-go that the fire dragon had been spinning a web of lies to Chixin—tales of volcanic eruptions and using its body to plug springs were pure fabrications.

What puzzled Lin Mo was why the fire dragon