Dijun suddenly sensed that something was wrong. Just then, An Yue twisted her wrist, gripped the sword hilt, and yanked it outward with all her strength before bringing it down in a sweeping slash.
Dijun could only defend in a panic, but he was still a step too late. The blade hacked heavily into his shoulder, and blood sprayed out, staining his white robe red. Taking advantage of the opening, An Yue retreated several dozen yards. Looking at Dijun's disheveled state, she curled her lips into a sinister smile. "You lost!"
Dijun gritted his teeth against the pain and said, "I haven't lost. The victor hasn't been decided yet!" His gaze was resolute, without the slightest hint of fear.
Hearing this, An Yue's smile deepened. She chuckled. "Heh... You're quite tenacious! As expected of the ruler of the Heavenly Court—you truly live up to your reputation. But I'm sorry. Today, you're destined to fall by my hand." The moment she finished speaking, a powerful aura erupted from her body and instantly enveloped the entire valley. She slowly raised her right hand, and a mass of black demonic energy gathered in her palm. With a gentle push, the black demonic energy transformed into a roaring black dragon with bared claws and fangs, charging toward Dijun.
Dijun felt a wave of suffocation and panic and hurriedly raised his sword to resist. The black dragon roared as it charged at him, opening its bloody maw and biting down on the sword in his hand. It devoured the sword bit by bit before continuing toward Dijun. His expression changed drastically. He could not understand how, with his own strength, he could not withstand even a single move from this woman. Could he really have lost to this monster?
Just as the black dragon was