"Pfft!"
The mouthful of blood essence sprayed onto the cloud aura. In an instant, a thin, elongated, snakelike shadow appeared amid its swirling white mist, writhing within it as vividly as a living creature.
And three threads seemed to connect to that slender shadow, not restraining it, but actually supporting it!
At the sight, even Xie Zhenqing's gaze changed.
Could this be... a Flood Dragon?
On closer inspection, it was indeed a Flood Dragon shrunk to an infinitesimal size. Its scales were distinct, but before he could make out its precise appearance, a boom rang out like thunder from a clear sky, and the lit lamps suddenly flared with emerald-green flames a foot high.
With a whoosh, the letter before him burst into flames. Tongues of fire instantly reduced it to ashes, burning it even faster than if it had been thrown into a brazier!
The backlash was even more severe than Xie Zhenqing had imagined, knocking him down at once.
Hong Dao fared worse. He spat out a great mouthful of blood and collapsed onto the floor with a thud. Nausea churned through his internal organs, as though he were being subjected to cruel torture!
"This is wrong, wrong!" Hong Dao could no longer hold on and lost consciousness.
"Hong Dao, Hong Dao!" Before passing out, he faintly heard someone calling his name beside his ear. It sounded like Xie Zhenqing. He also seemed to hear Xie Zhenqing say, "He'll need proper treatment this time."
After that, he knew nothing more.
Hong Dao lay on the floor, blood seeping from both his mouth and nose, a horrifying sight.
Fortunately, he was still breathing. Although Xie Zhenqing had suffered the backlash too, Hong Dao had borne most of it, leaving him merely injured again. He almost seemed accustomed to it