Hei Yuntao's image of Xiao Chen as a worthless fool began to crumble.
Born into the Dragon Race, she had always been arrogant, looking down on the Human Race as mere ants.
No matter how fiercely the outside world praised Xiao Chen, seeing that he possessed such meager cultivation, she still believed him to be trash.
She did not believe any of the stories about Qiongqi or the Dragon Slayer Sword.
But when she saw Xiao Chen wield Wind Power, she was somewhat shaken.
"See that? Young Master is far more outstanding than you imagined. He's not just a pretty face with a good figure!" Hei Meier gazed dreamily in the direction Xiao Chen had left.
Xiao Chen had grown stronger again.
During this time, to save her,
he must have thrown himself into desperate cultivation.
She had never imagined that she held such importance in Xiao Chen's heart.
A smile overflowed from her lips, and her heart was sweeter than honey.
"Hmph, he has a little skill, but there's a lot of water in it. Qiongqi, the Dragon Slayer Sword—those are all lies! You know better than I do how terrifying those two fiendish beasts in Spirit Dragon Cave are, Holy Maiden. They are peerless ancient beasts from the primordial era! With just this bit of ability, Xiao Chen is still certain to die!" Hei Yuntao snorted coldly.
Although Xiao Chen's Wind Power had surprised her, his strength was still a hundred and eight thousand miles away from fulfilling his promise.
"Little Tao, prejudice is a great mountain pressing down on every dragon's heart! You simply look down on the Human Race and refuse to admit that Young Master is exceptional. But Young Master might not even be human!" Hei Meier said with a teasing smile.
"Not human?" Hei