Meanwhile, elsewhere, before a thatched cottage at the entrance to Mount Buzhou.
Boom! The lightning was shattered, and a figure staggered back several steps.
"Cough, cough..." Bi'an coughed a few times, then raised his hand to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth. Looking at the female immortal before him, he said, "Great Shaman Jiu Feng, your magical power is profound. This lowly dragon willingly admits defeat."
"Hmph." Jiu Feng, a bewitchingly beautiful woman with a pair of wings growing from her back, snorted at his words. Lowering her raised arm, she looked at Bi'an and said flatly, "I thought a son of the Ancestral Dragon would be stronger. Now that I've seen you, you're nothing special."
"This lowly dragon is merely my imperial father's seventh son, born of a concubine. For today's defeat at your hands, Great Shaman, I can only blame my own lack of diligence in cultivation. I would not dare let it tarnish my imperial father's mighty name. If you truly wish to experience the abilities of an Ancestral Dragon's son, you are welcome to challenge my elder brother in the East Sea," Bi'an replied, neither servile nor overbearing.
"You!"
"Enough." Just as Jiu Feng was about to attack again, Hou Yi's voice suddenly rang out. A flash of divine light followed, and Hou Yi appeared, clad in beast hide with a bow and arrows on his back.
"Hou Yi, this demon dragon spoke insolently. Whatever you have to say, wait until I've dealt with him," Jiu Feng said, looking at Hou Yi.
"He's already injured. There's no need to fight again," Hou Yi said with a frown.
"But..."
"The Iron-Eating Beast clan has matters to attend to, so Brother Gungun has no time to attend the banquet in the East Sea. This is