A black net swept out of the void and dropped over Luo Qian's head. A Demon Dragon Warrior hurled net and captive away like a shot put. Luo Qian was headed straight for a newly formed lake—small by human standards, little more than a puddle to a Demon Dragon. As he neared it, his nose twitched. Something had been added to the water.
A cold gleam flashed, and the black net around him fell apart like cobwebs. Luo Qian broke free and shot hundreds of yards into the air. The Demon Dragon Warrior had laid his trap in advance, digging the puddle and even adding a dose of Demon Dragon urine to play a prank on Luo Qian. He had never expected the fellow Strathas had called "no match at all" to break his magic net!
Before he could work out what had happened, Luo Qian snapped his fan shut and pointed it through the air. The entire lake rose from the ground and shifted above the Demon Dragon Warrior's head. With a splash, it gave him a cold shower, complete with "perfume." The Demon Dragon Warrior smiled bitterly. No match at all, indeed. Except I'm the one who's no match for him. Big Sister's taking his side before she's even married into his family.
The Dragon Emperor stared in shock. When did this brat get so powerful? Even an ordinary Immobility Spell can hold a Demon Dragon Warrior still.
"Hahaha..." Luo Qian threw back his head and laughed. He opened his Folding Fan and gave it two affectedly elegant flicks. Seeing their leader display such "valor," his men were instantly fired up and charged into the valley, howling.
Strathas's family was having none of it. They might be dealing with the Heavenly River Water Emperor, but they belonged to