Volume One, Chapter One Hundred Sixty-Eight
Hearing Ling Juan mistake him for a member of the Ancient Spirit Clan, Zhao Fu simply went along with it, pretending to be one of them. He laughed and said, "Lingzun, you won't be able to find me. Hand over the three bronze fragments now, or your precious daughter might die."
Ling Juan snorted coldly. "I need to see my daughter first!"
Zhao Fu smiled. "Fine! Follow me."
The blood dragon Zhao Fu had transformed into flew off in one direction with immense momentum. After a moment's thought, Ling Juan led her people after him.
After they left, a blood-colored earthworm over ten meters long and as thick as a thigh, with a mouth full of teeth, burrowed up from beneath the ancestral shrine.
The soldiers guarding the ancestral shrine were alarmed and hurriedly charged at the blood-colored earthworm with their weapons drawn.
This blood-colored earthworm was also Zhao Fu's avatar. Watching the swarm of approaching soldiers, it gave a disdainful smile and opened its mouth, spewing countless yellow, sludge-like substances that stuck the soldiers in place one after another. They struggled with all their strength, but could not break free from the sticky fluid, as though they had been glued down with powerful adhesive.
Most of the city's experts had now been lured away by the blood dragon. These soldiers were no match for Zhao Fu at all. He rushed toward the ancestral shrine, intending to seize the bronze fragments as quickly as possible.
But just as Zhao Fu was about to reach the door, a figure appeared before him—it was Ling Juan.
Facing the charging blood-colored earthworm, Ling Juan extended a hand and pushed forward. A tremendous force sent Zhao Fu's blood-colored earthworm flying.
Ling Juan sneered. "Did you think I didn't