The Flood Dragon was only about a foot long. The instant its form stabilized, it thrashed its head and tail and pounced at the Purple Tiger. The Fire Charm naturally would not show weakness; spiritual light flickered, and a fine battle of dragon and tiger unfolded.
Lin Xuan sat to the side, his hands waving without pause, yet even so, the Flood Dragon still seemed unable to gain the upper hand.
Lin Xuan frowned. He had not expected that, after being trapped for so long, this monster would still be so difficult to subdue. But no matter what, he would not allow success to fall short at the final step.
He gritted his teeth and opened his mouth, spitting out a streak of sword light. Yet that sword light did not go forward to help; instead, it circled around in front of him and cut a wound half a foot long across his left hand. Fresh blood immediately gushed out, but Lin Xuan turned a blind eye to it. Urging his magical power, he made it burst into a cloud of blood mist before him.
"Swift!"
Enduring the pain, Lin Xuan pointed. The blood mist flew forward and swiftly merged with the Flood Dragon. With the support of its master's essence blood, the might of the Azure Phantom Nether Fire instantly surged by more than double, and the Purple Tiger was beaten back step by step.
At last, a trace of a smile appeared on Lin Xuan's face. He rose with a shake of his robes, and with a light sweep of his sleeve, streak after streak of sword light flew out.
"Merge!"
Under his control, those streaks of sword light condensed into one. Though they were formed from magical power, they were not much different from a true magic