Long Yuan's brows finally drew tight.
With a violent shake of his wrist, golden Dragon might erupted from it and shattered those strands of hair into powder.
But in the instant he shattered the hair, Zhao Leer's right hand had already slipped through the gap in his blade momentum. Her five fingers came together, and the blood-red edge at her fingertips stabbed straight at the center of his chest armor.
A dull sound of a sharp blade sinking into flesh rang out.
Long Yuan's chest armor was pierced with a finger-thick hole. Zhao Leer's fingertip penetrated the golden armor and stabbed into the muscle of his chest.
Dark-red blood mist surged along her fingertip into the wound, where it began to corrode him wildly from within.
Long Yuan let out a muffled groan.
His left hand suddenly clamped around Zhao Leer's wrist, forcibly pulling the finger she had thrust into his chest back out.
When it came free, it dragged out dark-red threads of blood. Those blood threads churned around the edge of the wound in his chest, staining the metal around the crack in his armor a rotten grayish-brown.
He swung his blade backhandedly, slashing horizontally at Zhao Leer's face.
Zhao Leer tipped her head back to evade. The blade swept an inch above the tip of her nose, severing several wisps of jet-black hair before her forehead.
Using the momentum of her backward tilt, she flipped backward. Her long legs carved a sharp arc through the air, and by the time her toes touched the ground, she had retreated fifteen zhang away.
She stood there, lowering her head to look at the Dragon blood staining her right index finger.
Golden Dragon blood slowly flowed over her fingertip, swallowed, absorbed, and transformed bit by bit into dark-red energy by