The swordsman was a little moved, but he still said something.

"hehe."

The strong man smiled, he believed this.

While they were talking and laughing, Xiao Chen was limping inside, holding the Duan Kong Knife.

"coming."

An old voice sounded from the front left.

Xiao Chen looked up and saw an old man sitting cross-legged on the big rock in front of him on the left.

The old man was dressed in a white robe, with a thin face, white hair and white beard, and a wooden hairpin on his head. He looked quite immortal.

"You are... the Dragon King?"

Xiao Chen stopped and asked.

"Do you have any questions about my identity?"

The old man looked at Xiao Chen, gently stroked his white beard, and chuckled.

"Yes, I need you to prove that you are the Dragon King."

Xiao Chen nodded and said.

"ah?"
Chapter completed!