Leave Him Some Dignity

The Frost Flood Dragon died just like that.

In the distance, Qin Jishi watched the scene, his eyes narrowing slightly.

To be honest!

The sword Xuanyuan Batian had unleashed was extremely powerful—so powerful that even Qin Jishi had felt the threat of death.

However!

Had the Frost Flood Dragon not underestimated its opponent, it would not have been without a chance of surviving against Xuanyuan Batian's Nine Swords Fusion. Though it could not have blocked it, if it had done everything possible to evade, there was a strong chance it could have lived...

Even if the sword intent of Nine Swords Fusion had struck it, at most it would have been severely injured. It should not have died on the spot.

What a pity!

No matter what, it was all too late!

There was no medicine for regret in this world. The outcome had already been set in stone.

"Brother Qin, I told you so, didn't I? Second Uncle could kill that Frost Flood Dragon."

Xuanyuan Xiangrui seemed to have already predicted the outcome, and his expression did not fluctuate much.

"Mhm!" Qin Jishi nodded. "You were right. It seems I underestimated him."

In truth, Qin Jishi felt fortunate about this. When all was said and done, he ought to properly thank that Frost Flood Dragon.

If not for that Frost Flood Dragon, would Xuanyuan Batian have revealed his trump card?

Suppose Qin Jishi had fought him without knowing Xuanyuan Batian's trump card. What would the final outcome have been?

Even if Qin Jishi truly could withstand Xuanyuan Batian's Nine Swords Fusion... the price he would have paid in the end would likely have been enormous.

Perhaps!

To put it bluntly, his fate would have been the same as Xuanyuan Batian's.

At the same time!

Just as Qin Jishi was