On Li Qing's slender wrists were two dark-red bracelets.
The one on her left wrist bore a scarlet flood dragon, its head and tail meeting.
On her right wrist, a fiery giant dragon clawed and roared, forming a ring.
Mighty waves of spiritual energy rolled from them, accompanied by the cries of flood dragons and roars of dragons.
The Dragon-Flood Spirit Ring, a fire-element combination Spirit Artifact.
Separated, the Dragon Spirit Ring and the Flood Spirit Ring were only high-grade.
But once combined, they were enough to rival a top-grade Spirit Artifact.
Even ordinary Heavenly Passage Realm experts would covet a top-grade Spirit Artifact.
Li Qing had stumbled upon this place and obtained the combined Spirit Ring.
Before she could enjoy the joy of finding treasure, a pack of hungry wolves had set their sights on her, leaving her trapped with no way forward or back.
"Beauty, you're so alluring. Why not come back with me and settle down with my Lion Tiger Group, as my bride of the mountain stronghold?"
"As for the Dragon-Flood Spirit Ring, consider it your bride price. I'll give it to you."
The leader, Cheng Shi, grinned lecherously, already scheming to have both the woman and the treasure.
"Why don't you go piss on the ground and look at your reflection?"
The fiery beauty in her training clothes curled her lips in scorn and answered without mercy.
Cheng Shi had a broad face, greenish teeth, dark skin, and scar after scar.
Add his short, stout frame, and he was the very image of a greasy "short Da Zeng."
"Hmph, you're asking for death!"
A vicious glint flashed through Cheng Shi's eyes.
His appearance was a taboo in his heart, his very scales—touch them and you'd die.
Publicly mocked in front of everyone, he flew into