"You're still so impulsive." Julius Reed took out a mask from his bosom and put it on his face.
The mask only exposed his eyes, covering every other part.
"A mask made from dragon scales. Plus, with this dragon armor on me, Trent Marsh, do you truly think you can battle with me? Forgive my bluntness, but you're not qualified."
Julius Reed didn't summon the Golden Dragon, it lay quietly on the ground like an enormous pet.
Lazily, yet alert.
The members of the Reed family were extremely tense, huddled on the ground, not daring to breathe loudly.
Julius Reed, Trent Marsh, and the Golden Dragon.
All of them were entities that could take their lives.
One wrong move, and they would lose their lives.
"Dragon scales? Dragon armor? Julius Reed, you're just a person. As long as you're human, you can be killed." Trent Marsh's eyes started turning red.
