Qiongqi had nearly suffered the dispersal of his soul before, and had only recently recovered.
Though he had the heart to slay the dragon, he lacked the strength to turn the tide.
Xiao Chen's expression was incomparably grave. He felt a profound sense of helplessness.
Ever since transmigrating, his path had been far too rugged.
Though opportunities had never ceased, calamities had likewise filled the sky.
No sooner had he resolved one than a new death tribulation swiftly appeared.
He felt exhausted. Fate had truly battered him from every side!
"Young Master, hurry and call for help! Otherwise, once the Black Dragon Old Ancestor comes killing his way here, we'll all die!" Second Master said bluntly.
Xiao Chen fell silent.
People?
Where could he find anyone now?
Seeing Xiao Chen like this, everyone's expressions became exceedingly ugly.
Especially those from the Blade and Sword Brotherhood.
These past days, they had always regarded Xiao Chen as their backbone.
Whether slaughtering the Sick Demon or directly clashing with Dragon Slayer Hall,
Xiao Chen had always charged at the front.
They had waved banners and shouted behind him.
And afterward, they had been invincible in every battle.
But now...
Xiao Chen seemed to have exhausted every trick in the book.
"Heaven Brother, how is the repair progress on the Dragon Slayer Sword over at Senior Wu'er's?"
"Not well! The progress is very slow, and Senior Wu'er said it can be restored to at most thirty percent!" Xu Potian said.
These past days, he had constantly sent people to inquire about the Dragon Slayer Sword.
The replies he received had not been ideal.
After the repairs began,
Wang Wu'er discovered that the Dragon Slayer Sword's problems were even more severe than imagined!
"It's over!"
Xiao Chen despaired.
The Black Dragon Old Ancestor had most