The dragon glanced at everyone in the room and sneered, "It's over."

As he said this, he slowly bent over to pick up the bronze sword that had fallen from the lonely evil on the ground.

He slightly reached out and picked up the lonely and evil bronze sword. The sword was in his hand. Longxu looked at the sword and touched the cold body of the sword with his hand. Suddenly, he said with a thump in his mouth, "Sure, it's a good sword... It deserves to be a well-known sword for its solitary and evil use."

"Oh, unfortunately, you are alone and evil, but you are going to...