I’m Entrusting My Son To You

Chen Zhao immediately got a headache from Beelzebub Zofee's words.

Beelzebub Zofee was a great demon lord. How could Chen Zhao solve a big problem that even he could not?

Was this great demon lord favoring him a bit too much?

"What is it?"

Beelzebub Zofee lifted his head and pointed at the sky above Obsidian Castle.

An enormous creature was circling around the castle with his wings fully extended, occasionally throwing out pillars of raging flames from his mouth.

It was the first time Chen Zhao saw a dragon that would only appear in Western mythology. He had red skin, a gigantic body, and continued attacking Obsidian Castle with his flames.

"This is the big trouble I was talking about."

"Err... Lord Zofee, are you sure I can solve this problem? I'm no dragon slayer. I don't think I can settle it if even you can't."

"I'm not asking you to defeat him. He's my son, Obitos, whom you helped to deliver."