Ning Xiaochuan's sword qi collided with Ming Yang's as they competed in sword intent. Countless strands of sword qi flew around their bodies, producing sharp "swish, swish" sword cries.
The Red Little Dragon that had been coiled around Ning Xiaochuan's waist came alive, winding around his arm and greedily absorbing the sword qi radiating from the two of them.
The Red Little Dragon was covered in scales, with four sharp little claws and a pair of wings on its back. It looked very much like the legendary divine dragons, but it was far smaller—so small it resembled a little snake.
Many people saw this scene and were utterly shocked. "Ning Xiaochuan's belt is actually a mysterious beast... no... it looks like a dragon."
"What kind of dragon is this? Why is it so tiny?"
"This dragon can actually devour the sword qi emitted by the Supreme Sword Dao. It is truly uncanny. Could it really be a descendant of a divine dragon?"
"Ning Xiaochuan actually has a Battle Pet. No wonder he dared to challenge Ming Yang."
"The fact that Ning Xiaochuan was able to block Ming Yang's first sword already proves his strength. It seems there will be a fierce battle of dragons and tigers today."
Many people had placed heavy bets on Ming Yang, believing he could kill Ning Xiaochuan with a single sword. Yet Ning Xiaochuan's cultivation had exceeded everyone's expectations. He had actually blocked Ming Yang's first sword, causing many people to lose everything.
The Red Little Dragon's eyes darted about craftily as it continuously absorbed sword qi. It actually crawled along Ning Xiaochuan's arm onto the Heavy Sword in Ming Yang's hand and began madly absorbing the Supreme Sword Dao's sword qi.
Ming Yang's cultivation was naturally higher than Ning Xiaochuan's, and his sword qi