A Loving Mother and a Filial Son

Liu Chang'an looked at his hand. The black scales were like crystals, flowing with a watery sheen. The muscles rising and falling beneath them had smooth lines that looked delicious.

Of course, he would not eat himself. That was merely his objective assessment.

Those sharp dragon claws could tear through anything. If anyone thought locking Liu Chang'an in a cage and sinking him into the depths of the sea would be something terrifying to him, that would be rather laughable.

Thinking carefully, the last time he had revealed claws like these was during the Northern and Southern Dynasties. He had taught someone martial arts, displaying his dragon claws so that person could grasp the essence, energy, and spirit of martial arts. Later, that person named the two martial arts he had learned the "Dragon Claw Skill" and the "Vajra Body-Protecting Divine Skill."

The Dragon Claw Skill and Vajra Body-Protecting Divine Skill that person had learned were still vastly inferior to Liu Chang'an's personal execution of them. Yet to ordinary people, they were already miraculous arts.

It was simply that without Liu Chang'an's guidance and the influence of his aura, the Dragon Claw Skill passed down by that person, though still immensely powerful in later generations, had become little more than an empty shell.

As for the Vajra Body-Protecting Divine Skill, no one ever completely mastered it again.

Liu Chang'an came back to himself and watched his limb return to the shape of a human arm, his brow gradually furrowing. Zhu Juntang had clearly been terrified just now, yet she had still wanted to bite him.

Why did she want to take a bite?

Could she have been drawn in by the sudden surge of vitality and blood energy from him just now?

While Su Mei had been trying every possible