"Not good! Someone tampered with the shackles! We've been exposed!"
Feeling the terrifying auras rapidly approaching, Nan Shuishui rose to her feet, visible panic appearing on her pretty face.
She pushed Nan Qiuqiu toward Jiang Yi. A pink dragon shadow emerged behind her, while fine dragon scales covered her right arm.
Bang!
Nan Shuishui punched through the ceiling and leaped onto the roof. Braving the cold wind, her long dress fluttered around her.
"Go! I'll hold them off! Qiuqiu, live well! Pavilion Master Jiang, I'm leaving Qiuqiu to you!"
"And... if your master comes, remember to tell him for Auntie that it's a pity I never got to meet him."
With a resolute expression, Nan Shuishui watched the two terrifying figures whistling toward her from afar and hurriedly arranged her final affairs.
The wind howled, the Yi River ran cold; Shuishui was gone, never to return. This old lady was off...
"Eighth Soul Skill! Annihilation Dragon!"
Nan Shuishui raised her head toward the sky and let out a dragon's roar. Her originally slender, graceful body became even more elongated.
Vaguely, she transformed into a Rouge Dragon and soared upward, charging toward the Third Elder with a determination to die.
She was only a Soul Douluo. Though she could temporarily force herself to the level of a Title Douluo through her annihilation attribute, she was ultimately no match for a true Titled Douluo!
But so what? If she died, she died! If there was no chance of survival, then there was no chance of survival! If she could never return, then she could never return!
Nan Shuishui's thoughts became clear, and she felt endless strength continuously surging from within her body.
This was love, damn it!
"That's pretty fiery, but I have no idea what Gate Master Nan is getting so