With a sweep of her jade hand, no spiritual light could be seen flashing at all—only a wisp of clear wind flew out with it, and the spiritual pressure that had seemed like a raging tide was dissolved into nothing.
"Many thanks for your help, elder sister."
Lu Ying'er nodded to Liu Ying. Although in terms of strength, she was a whole realm below the other woman, her status was what it was, so naturally she could not call herself a junior. They had always associated as equals.
Liu Ying smiled, but at this moment there was no time for further courtesies.
Afterward, all six of them turned back, their gazes falling on the Ink Flood Dragon King. This was especially true of the four pavilion masters of Baisuan Pavilion; their expressions were cold enough to freeze a person solid.
He had not expected Liu Ying to intervene, and the Ink Flood Dragon King's plan to give them a show of force the moment they met could be considered officially bankrupt. He sighed inwardly at his bad luck, but on the surface he revealed not the slightest abnormality. Once more, that affected and arrogant laughter rang in everyone's ears.
They saw the flood dragon bare its fangs and brandish its claws as it danced through the great hall for a while. Then spiritual light flickered over its body, and accompanied by a thunderous shout, a human figure emerged within the halo.
All the cultivators present were stunned.
They looked at one another, each of their expressions strange to the extreme. They had seen self-important fellows before, but never anyone foolish to this degree.
What effect did he think this kind of deliberately eye-catching behavior could have?
Yet the Ink Flood Dragon King did not feel that way. At this moment,