The hurricane swept up green leaves and drifting blossoms, along with the branches toppled beside Misty Rain Lake. They whooshed through the air, as if countless razor-sharp spirit swords had appeared and shot into the sky.
In that instant, the spiritual energy of heaven and earth turned into a current of death, carrying the waters of Misty Rain Lake up toward the azure heavens.
Under the faint moonlight, every drop of lake water was like a mirror, reflecting the fearsome black wyrm.
In those droplets appeared the stunned figures gathered outside the prince's residence.
They also showed Liu Xian'er clapping her little hands and cheering.
And, faintly, like an image in a mirror, there was another figure.
Li Dalu, his robes fluttering, appeared in the droplets—and in everyone's eyes.
"Crack!"
A black scale fell to the ground beside Liu Xian'er's feet. The little girl reached down to pick it up and cheered again.
Countless swords shot into the azure sky, seeking to cleave the heavens. But the heavens were ageless.
And so the scholar from the Academy remained untouched by a single leaf as the countless swords flew backward past him.
"Rumble!" The enormous black wyrm slammed heavily into the ground, gouging a vast crater dozens of yards wide beside the lake...
In the blink of an eye, the black wyrm was covered in blood. No one knew how many swords had struck it, or how many scales had fallen away and been blown off by the gale to who knew where.
Liu Piaopiao watched in trembling fear: the black wyrm streaming blood, its body covered in countless wounds.
Was this what it meant to use someone's own methods against them?
If so, it was far too terrifying.
The man before her, whose power was even more terrifying than her