It had to be said: Wang Xian was only at the Nascent Soul Early Stage right now, far weaker than he had been before undergoing tribulation.
If he could break through straight to the peak of the Nascent Soul Realm, or recover to the higher Spirit Transformation Realm, then even if the demon dragon unleashed its full strength, he could meet it head-on.
But right now, he was still far too weak.
Fortunately, he had Wuyue to help him. Even without Young Master Yan Hui stepping in, his devouring power meant that, though he might not be strong enough to contend with the demon dragon, he would at least avoid a crushing defeat.
In the blink of an eye, the blades of the six black-clad guards were already upon him.
No!
Rather, in a flash, the demon dragon plunged down from the night sky...
"Zing..." A series of sword chimes rang out.
Dongfang Jian and the other five attacked at that very moment.
The shore of Crescent Lake descended into chaos in an instant. Even Young Master Yan Hui was stunned.
She had never expected these people to attack Wang Xian without a second thought, all for a divine flower that did not belong to them. They didn't even fear the demon dragon in the night sky.
Blades and swords rang through the darkness, their shrill cries grating on the ear.
A mass of black mist burst from the demon dragon's mouth. The giant's foreclaw came down as if to smash Wang Xian on the lakeshore, as though it meant to vent all its fury in that single blow.
Twelve blades and swords hemmed Wang Xian in from every direction, trapping him on the shore of Crescent Lake.
Jiang Shan let out a furious roar. "Die!"
Nalan Fengyun laughed wildly.