Just as Hua Qiang was about to make another move, Hua Xiaoyao volunteered himself.
"Dad, leave the rest to me!"
Hua Qiang nodded. This son of his really was sensible, knowing how to share Old Man's burdens.
A Reaper's Scythe appeared in Hua Xiaoyao's hand. With a sweep forward, a black streak flashed and vanished.
The uneven rocks on the island disappeared at once, replaced by a surface as smooth as a mirror.
He took one step forward to the center of the surface, then threw a punch in each of the eight directions—east, west, south, north, southeast, northeast, southwest, and northwest.
Then he smashed another heavy punch down at the center.
With a thunderous boom, the flat surface shattered into eight pieces, revealing a circular opening ten meters in diameter in the middle.
Hua Qiang's mouth twitched. This was breaking a formation with brute force!
The formation knowledge he had taught him... well, he had learned a little, but this method was far too violent.
"Which little bastard dared disturb This Venerable One's sweet dream?"
A voice that sounded somewhat childish yet carried an old-fashioned air, tinged with a hint of roguishness, came from within the hole. Then something black and gleaming appeared before everyone.
"Ah! It's an Ink Jade Kirin!"
Hua Sijun cried out, though there was a trace of delight in her voice.
This Ink Jade Kirin was no larger than a wolfhound. Its entire body was covered in a layer of newborn short fluff, yet it already possessed the luster of jade.
It was as though an entire piece of black jade had been smashed apart and kneaded into its fur, shimmering beneath the sunlight in dark greens of varying shades.
A silver streak ran down its spine from the top of its head to the