"I'm going to die." Wen Ruo Ruo thought to herself.
Originally, she had wanted to blind the Snow Lion with a single spear thrust and claim first blood, so everyone would look at her in a new light.
She didn't know what had happened, but ever since she had seen Yan Xiangma kill with such ruthless efficiency, she had felt an extreme sense of insecurity.
So she had deliberately wanted to compete with Yan Xiangma, to let him know that he wasn't the only capable one—we were formidable too. If you had any bad intentions, you'd better not try them on us siblings.
What a pure-hearted married woman who loved pretending to be a maiden.
What she hadn't expected was that the Snow Lion's eyelids were covered in scales. Not only did her thrust fail to blind it, but the spear in her hands had been shattered into pieces by those hard scales.
More terrifyingly, every breath of cold air it exhaled possessed the dreadful power to freeze all things.
Just like that black dragon that had suddenly appeared.
The only difference was that the black dragon had spewed scorching dragon-breath flames, while this Kunlun Snow Lion unleashed ice blades and frost swords.
After Wen Ruo Ruo's strike failed, she turned and fled.
One had to understand that when experts exchanged blows, a single instant could become eternity.
When you turned around, it took time—and in your opponent's eyes, it was a superfluous movement riddled with openings.
That Snow Lion had extremely rich combat experience. Seeing the creature that had stabbed it with a spear trying to escape, it opened its mouth and exhaled a blast of freezing air.
Wen Ruo Ruo's body was charging forward at top speed, but her legs were within the cold current's range and had