Everyone from Ningchan Cave wore a look of disdain when they heard that praise.
Qingshi, beside them, looked as though he were watching a show and sneered:
"Even if he can summon that dragon shadow, trying to stop this sand dragon on his own is courting death. This sand dragon fears only physical strength and Qi and Blood Power. It has no fear of any spells!"
Lü Hu, sitting opposite him, looked even more excited.
"The more miserable this bastard's death, the better!"
The purple-robed Elder Lu remained perfectly composed, watching the Spirit Mirror before him with a smile.
He seemed to be waiting for his predictions to come true one by one.
"Boom!..."
While the two were speaking, the sand dragon in the Spirit Mirror actually ignored the coffin-bearing martial artist entirely and continued pursuing Master Xuanzhi and Dongfang Yuejian below.
This scene undoubtedly confirmed Elder Lu's earlier deduction once again.
For unless it felt that the coffin-bearing martial artist posed no danger to it, the sand dragon would never have ignored him like this and continued pursuing Xuanzhi and Dongfang Yuejian.
As his deductions came true one after another, Elder Lu's smile immediately deepened.
But just as he habitually reached up to stroke his beard, his face wreathed in smiles, a sight in the Spirit Mirror suddenly froze that smile on his face.
In the Spirit Mirror, the enormous dragon roar formed by the Sandstorm Dragon Breath had barely moved its body.
Xu Taiping, who had been suspended in the air in the sand dragon's shadow, actually struck first, slamming a heavy punch into its belly.
"Boom!..."
After the deafening collision, everyone watching in the teahouse stared in horror as Xu Taiping's punch in the Spirit Mirror actually flipped the sand dragon's entire body over.
He forcibly stopped