"How is this possible?!"
Seeing Hao Shuai burn her trump card, the Blazing Fire Caterpillars, to death, Dragon Mistress's face filled with shock.
"Hmph. A frog in a well!" Hao Shuai sneered disdainfully, not even bothering to explain.
The flames he had spewed were no ordinary fire. They were pure yang flames fused with Tushita Fire. Though their power still fell short of Samadhi True Fire and Solar True Fire, they were nothing to scoff at. Using them to deal with a few mere insects was naturally effortless.
"You villain! You destroyed my treasure! I'll never rest until you're dead!" Having recovered, Dragon Mistress looked as if she wanted to devour Hao Shuai and seemed ready to charge at him and fight to the death.
But in the next moment, she activated the Flying Dragon Cane in her hand. It transformed into a flying dragon and carried her rapidly away, leaving her two female disciples behind without a second thought.
"Trying to escape? Did you ask the sword in my hand?"
Hao Shuai pointed into the air with disdain. The Xuanyuan Sword beside him transformed into a streak of golden light and shot skyward in pursuit.
In an instant, it caught up with her. One slash cut the Flying Dragon Cane in two, then the sword swept across her neck, and her enormous head fell. Blood gushed out like a fountain.
As the head dropped, a streak of spiritual light shot out. It was Dragon Mistress's primordial spirit, trying to flee. Hao Shuai had anticipated this and pointed again. The Xuanyuan Sword reversed direction and caught up with her primordial spirit in an instant. With a light slash, it extinguished the spiritual light completely, accompanied by a horrifying scream.
After recalling the Xuanyuan Sword, Hao Shuai casually sent out two