"Great! Supreme Dragon King, when do we leave?"
Four Battle Emperors, Ten Battle Gods.
Hundreds of Battle Kings, all ecstatic.
Bob Smith waved his hand indifferently:
"I only want to protect my wife and daughter for the rest of my life. I don't want to return to the border anymore."
"Moreover, as the Supreme Dragon King, I can just defeat the enemy and send a picture to the international internet to warn all royal families. There's no need for me to personally go to the battlefield."
Bob Smith took out a token from his pocket, engraved with a nine-clawed golden dragon.
This was the Dragon King's decree personally issued by the old National Lord when he was appointed as the Supreme Dragon King.
As soon as the picture of the Dragon King's decree was posted on the international intern
