That Wet, Soft Touch

Just as Venerable Youming was about to fight for her life, a burst of Spiritual Light suddenly lit up beside her.

The Supreme Great Elder, who had been caught in the Purple Jade Flood Dragon's hand, appeared beside her.

"When did you start specializing in the Dao of Space?" Venerable Youming asked in delighted surprise.

The Supreme Great Elder was still in a daze. He did not know why he had been teleported here either.

The Purple Jade Flood Dragon only felt the dragon claw holding the Supreme Great Elder suddenly go soft, as though it had grasped a lump of something wet and sticky.

Then a foul odor wafted from his dragon claw, the stench piercing straight into his soul.

"What is this?!"

The Purple Jade Flood Dragon stared in disbelief at the puddle of Indescribable Substance in his hand.

"This is a Divine Ability created by my disciple. Isn't it novel?"

Xu Fan appeared before the Supreme Great Elder and Venerable Youming.

"Supreme Great Elder, sister-in-law, you should head back. Leave this place to me."

"I have a score to settle with this Little Loach," Xu Fan said.

"Great Elder, congratulations on advancing to the Mahayana Stage. But we should still run first. This Purple Jade Flood Dragon is the strongest of the Demon Race. The three of us together are no match for him," the Thousand Spirits Sect Supreme Great Elder said.

At that moment, the Purple Jade Flood Dragon was still staring at the lump of Indescribable Substance in his hand.

For a moment, he did not even know how to express his rage.

The mighty strongest Invincible Demon Venerable of the Demon World had actually gotten a hand full of shit from an enemy. How was he supposed to face anyone if word got out?