The Prison Dragon raised its sharp claws again and let out a deafening roar, full of threats and intimidation. But its opponents were Lu Yin and Mist Ancestor. One held the Broken Knife and felt no pressure; the other wasn't afraid. Mist Ancestor couldn't defeat the Prison Dragon in her current state because she wasn't truly herself. The real her was one of the Nine Mountains Eight Seas, among humanity's strongest Progenitors. How could she possibly fear a Prison Dragon?
Below, everyone could only stare blankly.
Despair filled the faces of everyone in the Xia family. That was their ancestor's Broken Knife. No one in the Xia family had managed to draw it, yet an outsider had. Why had this happened? Why?
Xia Ziheng's worldview had been shaken. He even wondered if Lu Xiao Xuan might be an illegitimate child of the Xia family.
Only Xia Xing knew the reason. He regretted it immensely. He shouldn't have told Lu Xiao Xuan that he had drawn the Broken Knife by using Ancestor Chen's blood. Once Lu Xiao Xuan learned this, he had smeared Ancestor Chen's blood on his hand and drawn the Broken Knife by force. Xia Xing shouldn't have said anything. He regretted it so much that he wished he could turn back time.
High above, as Lu Yin faced off against the Prison Dragon, he suddenly remembered something. The knife-drawing ritual had existed for a long time. Since Xia Shenji had given every member of the Xia family this test, it meant he believed someone in the family might be able to draw the Broken Knife. If someone from the Xia family drew it, the Prison Dragon would be freed. So how would they control it? Would Xia Shenji do it himself? What if he didn't have the time?