Some time earlier.
In the desert where An Jing had battled the three Dahuang Dragon Clan members, the stench of blood still hung in the air, refusing to disperse.
For a time, countless Fierce Beasts lurking nearby stirred restlessly, greedily eyeing this battlefield of mangled flesh and blood.
No matter how they had performed, as Dragons at the peak of the Divine Treasury Realm—at least in terms of "realm," comparable to beast kings of the Zhaolin Realm—the remains and dragon blood of Great Red and Calamity Gold were immensely nourishing treasures to the local Fierce Beasts and even Divine Beasts.
Yet after probing from the edges several times, not a single one dared approach, as though they were deeply wary.
For An Jing's Sword Intent still lingered upon this land... Techniques possessed primal spirits. Even though An Jing had deliberately withdrawn the most lethal Life-Slaying Sword Intent, the scattered remnants left behind were still not something ordinary Fierce Beasts could touch.
Bang! Sure enough, a bear-like Fierce Beast attempted to approach a chunk of crimson-gold dragon bone nearby. It had taken only a few steps when Sword Qi leaking from beneath the earth shredded it apart. Amid a howl of agony, its entire body burst open, sliced into minced bear meat; even its soul was pulverized, dissolving into drifting spirit light.
At this sight, the many Fierce Beasts immediately shrieked and retreated in fear.
It was then that a pale golden streak of light silently descended upon the very center of the battlefield.
Within the radiance, a hazy figure emerged. The Sword Qi that could make even Divine Treasury Realm Fierce Beasts recoil became like gentle kittens scratching with their paws upon touching the light surrounding her body. Though they instinctively struck once, their movements were soft and slow.
No,