"What is he doing?"
Ji Yu and the others, who had already reached the edge of the valley, looked back at the sight and froze.
Everyone wished they had an extra pair of legs so they could flee as far away as possible.
Yet Lin Shuguang not only refused to run, he actually headed straight toward the Cold Yin Dragon.
"Has he gone mad?!" Ji Yu blurted out instinctively. "Even my third uncle is no match for it. Does he think he's stronger than my third uncle?"
Mo Hui froze as well.
He had never paid Lin Shuguang much attention, taking it for granted that he was merely his junior brother's classmate and therefore not giving him much thought.
But faced with this sight, he realized he could no longer make sense of him. For the first time in his life, he was bewildered.
He had seen reckless people, but never anyone this reckless...
Inside the valley.
Third Uncle Ji had already been driven into a corner by the Cold Yin Dragon. His collar was covered in his own blood. After being whipped away several times, he was not merely as battered as he looked; he had been pushed to the very end of his strength.
The Cold Yin Dragon's enormous serpentine body slithered along the pool's edge, forming a circle that trapped Third Uncle Ji inside.
The Cold Yin Dragon's cultivation had already reached the Martial Artist level. It was a terrifying existence far beyond low-level ferocious beasts like the Desolate Ghost Ape.
It had already developed intelligence, and its golden, vertically slit eyes stared down at Third Uncle Ji.
Third Uncle Ji's heart was filled with desolation.
He had spent his life without a wife or children, devoting all his time to martial arts, and had become a