Chapter 147: Demon Suppression Division! Where Did You Find This Freak? Smack!
The last water dragon broke apart in midair.
Yang Xiao leaped out of the spray. Only half his black robe remained, yet the exposed skin beneath it bore not a single cut.
"He's tougher than the hardest-shelled turtle in the Canglan River."
The Little Dragon King cursed under his breath at the sight, his expression darkening.
He could not understand why someone with only the aura of Perfected Core Condensation was so difficult to deal with.
Worse, when he saw Yang Xiao approaching with spear in hand, a rare flicker of fear rose in his eyes.
No...
I can't let him get any closer.
If that spear hits me again, I'm afraid I'll be at a disadvantage.
The Little Dragon King had no intention of clashing with Yang Xiao's body head-on. The Demon Core within him trembled, drawing out several more streaks of Mystic Light to strengthen him.
The next moment, the curtain of rain around him changed again.
Countless droplets gathered into sharp Water Blades and sliced toward Yang Xiao.
The Little Dragon King refused to believe Yang Xiao had no weak points.
The blades attacked the most vulnerable parts of his body from every direction: the nape, throat, ankles, back, and even the awkward angle beneath his arms. They struck almost at once.
Yang Xiao made no deliberate attempt to dodge. He simply charged through a thinner section of the watery net.
As he did, he tried his best to keep his clothes intact. His black robe, after all, had no attributes attached to it.
A rare few Water Blades left scratches on Yang Xiao, but before beads of blood could well up, the rain washed them away.
Of those few wounds, the largest was less