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Wan Songxiao was also extremely surprised. This was no coincidence. The moment he dodged the lava, another wave of lava sprayed toward him. These cultivators could indeed control the Fate Dragons—or perhaps summon them to aid their attacks!
Although he found these people guarding the Fate Dragons somewhat incomprehensible, one really did not need a particularly sufficient reason to guard something. Take a totem, for example: when the Fate Dragon became a clan's totem and first encountered injustice, fanatics would naturally step forward to fight. Extremism worked on the same principle.
The old woman's swordsmanship was exquisite and her moves unique, as though she had founded her own school. She was unlike every sword cultivator I had seen. She should have belonged to a branch of overseas cultivators; I simply did not know where they came from.
Ever since the azure stone sword-shield had been destroyed, I had been without a suitable weapon. Ordinary swords could not withstand spells and techniques on the level of Sword Qi of Time and Space, so for now I could only use spells to condense swords for attacks. After I sent several streams of Sword Qi flying, I forced the old woman back again and again. Only then did she finally gain a new understanding of my identity and strength!
"Junior Brother Lin, go down and request the Fate Dragon's tears. The other junior brothers and sisters, kill them with me!" the old woman shouted furiously. The person who received the order immediately flew toward the seabed, apparently going to find the Fate Dragon's Tears.
They knew about the Fate Dragon's Tears, and they had said "request." That meant they revered the Fate Dragon deeply, much as Grandma had once asked Sister-in-law for everything. Everyone had their own supreme being. From this, I