"Li Mu Yang is here!" Kong Li said loudly to Xiahou Qianbai, who was fighting shoulder to shoulder with him nearby, swinging his sword to cut down devils.
There was no lack of pride in his words. After all, that was his disciple.
His disciple had ridden a dragon here—that was Ying Qian Du—and he even had another disciple who was a dragon. When you put it that way, he was probably the first such person in all of Shenzhou, right?
"If that boy didn't come soon, I was already planning to give him a beating," Xiahou Qianbai said. His wrist flicked, and blossoms of sword-light suddenly appeared, all plunging into the Third Eyes of the Three-Eyed Demon Race.
The Third Eyes of the Three-Eyed Demons exploded instantly, spilling foul-smelling green pus and blood. Before long, they were shrieking in agony as they died.
Xiahou Qianbai's tone grew even more affectionate. When he spoke of "that boy," it was as though he were talking about his own son.
Kong Li found this extremely unpleasant to hear. As he swung his sword to cut down devils, he said carelessly, "Mu Yang has his own difficulties. If he comes, he preserves his dignity; if he doesn't, he ensures everyone's safety. You know the relationship between the Human-Dragon races. If he comes this time and some ungrateful wretches attack him, what are we supposed to do then?"
"What are we supposed to do?" Xiahou Qianbai's gaze turned cold as he said viciously, "Anyone who dares slaughter a dragon, I'll kill."
"With the strength of the two of us?"
"I think ungrateful wretches are ultimately in the minority," Xiahou Qianbai said solemnly. "At the very least, that bookworm will definitely stand on our side."
"That's true. The bookworm usually looks timid and submissive, but