"Just now... Senior Bai said she was a dragon?"
"Seems so. I heard her say she was a dragon too. Could she be the Dragon King of the nearby Emao River?"
The young girl and the five others, including Zhang Ke, were exhausted. They had just run to the corner when the floor tiles suddenly shifted them back to the center. By a hair's breadth, they dodged the blades, staffs, and fish forks and appeared behind the gate. When they ran toward the middle, another shift sent them crashing into the wall, leaving them dizzy and disoriented. They finally crawled behind the screen wall and grabbed the carved dragon claw, gaining a chance to catch their breath.
The elderly Rogue Cultivator saw cold light flashing!
He hurriedly tucked in his head and covered it with both hands. As he lowered his head, he caught sight of something like fish scales flying past the corner of his eye, striking the wall in a shower of sparks.
His hand felt strangely light. Looking down, he sucked in a cold breath.
The magic sword he had obtained from some senior had been cleanly severed, the cut smooth as a mirror. Had he ducked half a beat slower, his scalp would have been sliced away, and he might have fallen on the spot, meeting Death and Dao dissipation. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted something accompanied by a thick fishy stench. Could the thing at his feet be a monster's fish scale?
Seeing that his companions were not paying attention, he happily and furtively picked it up...
The battle in the courtyard was fierce!
She raised her shield at an angle. The fish fork scraped along its surface in a trail of sparks. Bai Yujun's pretty face was cold and expressionless;