Battle Against Gu Lin!

"Pah!"

Shi Jingtian spat in Gu Qing's direction, his face full of disdain and mockery. He bared his teeth in a wide grin, his voice so loud it was as if he feared she would not hear him. "You stinking bitch, keep yapping and I'll tear that mouth of yours apart! You want us to hand over the Dragonbone Whip? Wait until your next life!"

As he spoke, he deliberately patted his chest and whistled, wearing an infuriating expression that practically said, Come hit me if you dare.

Murong Taxue stood to one side, her Moonlight Sword angled toward the ground. Chilling light gleamed from its blade, illuminating her cool, otherworldly face. Her gaze swept indifferently over Gu Lin and the others, her voice as clear as an icy spring yet carrying undisguised mockery. "What a fine show from the four great ancient families of the Southern Saint Domain. You do not dare offend the Flood Dragon Imperial Race, so you can only vent your anger on us. You have truly cultivated the art of bullying the weak and fearing the strong to perfection."

She paused, raising the tip of her sword slightly and pointing it at Gu Lin.

"However, we are not soft persimmons for others to knead as they please!"

Her words were like a resounding slap, landing viciously across Gu Lin's face and leaving it burning.

Gu Lin's expression instantly turned livid, his chest heaving violently with rage. Murong Taxue was right. He truly did not dare touch Jiao Huang—the Flood Dragon Imperial Race was one of the ten great sea clan overlords, their strength unfathomable. If they truly tore all pretenses apart, the Gu Family might not come away unscathed. That was why he could only vent his fury on Lu Changsheng and the others, who