The Fierce Man Who Rode a Dragon Here! A Saber Falls from the Sky!

The moon rose above the willow treetops, and people met after dusk.

The person who came was indeed late, but he had not broken his promise. He had arrived at just the right moment.

Just the right moment?

No! While the Demon Dragon was still several hundred zhang away, Blood Lion suddenly let out a long roar like that of a mighty lion from a deep valley, finally breaking the lengthy standoff.

He forcibly rallied his fighting spirit and shook off the terror of being locked onto by a powerful enemy's Thousand Mile Soul Lock. Like a streak of lightning, he shot toward Dongfang Bubai, who was half-reclining beneath the tree. His hand formed a piercing slash as he seized and struck, intending to capture Dongfang Bubai as quickly as possible.

"Impudent!"

A thunderous shout came from the horizon, drawing closer from afar. On the back of the entirely dark-green Demon Dragon stood a burly, imposing man, his eyes blazing with authority as he roared.

The voice took only an instant to reach them, yet Blood Lion's fingers were already closing in on the major acupoints all over Dongfang Bubai's body with thunderous force.

In Dongfang Bubai's current state, he could no longer put up much resistance. The enemy had launched an attack from such close range, while reinforcements were still several hundred zhang away. How could they possibly help?

At that moment, both Blood Eagle and Blood Lion believed that capturing Dongfang Bubai was a certainty, savage bloodthirsty smiles already spreading across their faces.

So long as they captured Dongfang Bubai, even if the Black Wind Stronghold Master arrived in person, he would be unable to change the situation.

They lacked the strength to kill the Black Wind Stronghold Master, who had already broken through to the True Return