Hao Shuai's attitude made Long Xuan and his wife forget their usual caution. Even the mild-mannered Dongyang pointed at him and scolded, "You insolent brat! I'll capture you, then have your elders come and claim you."
As she spoke, a flash of light appeared in Dongyang's arms, and a Seven Profound Zither materialized. Her fingers plucked the strings, sending waves of profound music surging straight at Hao Shuai.
"Roar!"
At the same time, Long Xuan, whose heart was in tune with his wife's, let out an angry roar. His body, dozens of yards long, instantly transformed into a thousand-yard dragon. He opened his maw and spewed forth a torrent of black dragon breath, which rushed toward Hao Shuai like a waterfall.
"Haha! I've been waiting for you!"
Hao Shuai sneered and thrust out his right hand. It transformed into a several-hundred-yard giant claw that blotted out the sky, crashing down toward Long Xuan with the force of a collapsing mountain.
At the same time, the Second Primordial Spirit in his dantian suddenly appeared, transforming into an unparalleled sword aura that shot straight at Dongyang.
Hao Shuai had long been prepared for Long Xuan and his wife to ambush him. After all, this was the Xianxia World, where the strong preyed on the weak. Even if a cultivator had no particularly bad deeds to their name, one shouldn't expect them to observe benevolence and morality when fighting an enemy.
"Spare us, senior!"
"We won't do it again!"
Only when faced with Hao Shuai's overwhelming attacks did Long Xuan and his wife realize they'd picked a fight with someone they couldn't afford to offend.
At that moment, they had no time to do anything but beg for mercy. They didn't even have time to light the incense Lu Yu had left them