Felix stood there with a strange expression. This felt oddly familiar. It was almost exactly like what happened with Horace, who was Ashton's descendant.

The only difference was that Horace had been protected by a wooden doll, a magical treasure that Felix now owned. But Bazzo was surrounded by swirling green light.

Bazzo said, "I never thought you'd be this powerful. You even triggered the magical treasure my grandpa left me."

Bazzo's eyes flickered with shock. He clearly had not expected Felix to be so strong. Without his grandfather's protection, he would definitely be dead by now.

"There's a lot you don't know. Don't act like you're better than everyone else," Felix shot back.

With Felix's current power, there were few people in all of Dragonia he truly feared. He would dare to fight even the Eight Guardians, let alone others. That was why seeing a face formed from the green light didn't intimidate him at all.

Bazzo crossed his arms and smirked. "I can be pretty nice som