Croak, croak, croak.
The Black Blood Frog puffed out its brown-and-white belly, its mouth constantly croaking.
It sensed danger and hopped back and forth beneath everyone's feet, desperate to get away as quickly as possible.
It ran, and the Sky-Piercing Blood Conch chased right after it.
It spun with a whooshing sound, silver radiance tightly enveloping it.
Clang!
Someone drew a saber, and a white chain of light cleaved toward the frog.
Slash!
The Black Blood Frog was cut in two, and black frog eggs spilled all over the ground from its belly.
Having lost its target, the Sky-Piercing Blood Conch flew toward the top of the black-robed youth's head once more, spinning there with a whooshing sound without pause.
The black-robed youth cupped his hands and said to the saber-wielding man, "Congratulations, brother, on successfully slaying a dragon."
The saber-wielding man's face was full of disdain as he looked at Tu Xin. "What a load of crap about successfully slaying a dragon. It was just a toad. What kind of dragon clan is that? Is that really the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch? It couldn't be a fake, could it? It mistook even a toad for a member of the dragon clan. Wouldn't that make every Tom, Dick, and stray dog a dragon too?"
Tu Xin's face was horribly awkward. He shouted, "Of course it's the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch. This is my Tu Clan's ancestral divine weapon, personally passed down to me by my grandfather. How could it be fake?"
"Could it be that your grandfather deceived you?" The black-robed youth looked at Tu Xin with sympathy. He pointed at the Sky-Piercing Sea Conch above his head and said, "After all, no one has used something for tens of thousands of years. Who knows whether it still works? Besides, after tens