The white flood dragon arched her body and stood on the ice on all four claws.
She was not too surprised that she could not kill the great bird. After all, it had an outrageously impressive father, and as the exclusive mount of the Western Teachings' upper ranks, it certainly would not lack treasures. The Western Teachings were famously wealthy.
Huang Zhao flew into a rage. The feathers on his body were scorched and singed, leaving none of his former handsome appearance; he looked exactly like a half-charred roasted chicken.
"Stop wasting your strength. You can't kill me!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
The white flood dragon's mouth curved slightly. Her enormous vertical pupils suddenly fixed on her opponent. In an instant, she discovered the treasures Golden-Winged Great Peng carried and spotted several weaknesses in its defenses. Nothing could hide beneath True Sight!
Huang Zhao froze, recalling the feeling of being watched at Snow Mountain Temple. He had thought it was the savage chieftain—who would have imagined it had been this hateful white flood dragon!
"It was you!"
Bai Yujun ignored that pointless remark. Activating her innate gift, she controlled the shattered ice fragments beneath her feet and gathered them into an ice serpent. Then she strode forward again, charging the Golden-Winged Great Peng with rumbling steps. This place was neither heaven nor earth; if she did not kill this bastard here, she would be letting herself down. Of course, if it were willing to flee, it might not necessarily perish.
But it would not flee. How could a creature raised in pride since childhood possibly run away and hide?
Huang Zhao tried to control the wind against the white flood dragon, only to suddenly discover that his opponent could control wind as well—and she was no less skilled. After struggling