The expert's body sank straight down.
The Great Marsh surged and roared. Blood Smoke misted upward from the severed wound, diffusing into a red jellyfish.
Damn it!
As Ba Er Si Tai fled, the people he feared most were not outsiders, but the three Northern Court masters who had come with him!
Three against three: one Great Grandmaster and two masters. Their realms were largely equal, and they had held little advantage to begin with. Once Liang Qu recovered his senses and joined in, would the situation not become completely one-sided?
The three of them did not possess life-saving methods bestowed by a Martial Saint Master.
Eight Beasts, Earl Xingyi, Zhang Longxiang... True Image experts of such exceptional caliber absolutely could not be compared by mere numbers!
Not good.
He was looking over here!
The Northern Court masters, who had been distractedly keeping watch against ambushes, keenly sensed Liang Qu's gaze. Their hairs stood on end, and three layers of goosebumps erupted across their skin.
Long Binglin's eyes blazed as he launched a swift, ferocious assault.
The Northern Court masters, originally evenly matched with their opponents, immediately fell into a disadvantage. The other two fared the same.
Qi streaked in every direction, splitting open Blue Lake.
Within the water pillar, Liang Qu merely cast a distant sidelong glance, yet it made the three men's hearts pound wildly and threw them into utter disarray. The Dragonfolk responded calmly, seized the opening, and pressed their advantage.
Fortunately, Liang Qu knew what mattered more. He withdrew his gaze, seized Fubo, and controlled Vortex Water as it emerged from the palace, turning it into a giant hand that scooped up the corpse cut diagonally apart from the waist.
Slaying the Flood Dragon had entered through Ba Er Si Tai's right hip and emerged from