Boom!
Qinghe was smashed hard into the riverbed.
The tremendous force even blasted the river water apart.
Before Qinghe could rise and struggle, another enormous Nascent Soul hand punched her viciously in the head, smashing it deep into the riverbed.
Immediately afterward, a huge foot planted itself on her Flood Dragon back, stamping out her attempt to struggle.
Two enormous Nascent Soul hands seized her horns and hauled her head straight out of the riverbed.
Qinghe twisted her body furiously, only to discover that she could not escape that mountainlike foot.
This was absolutely not a Nascent Soul cultivator some remote backwater could produce!
"Move again and you'll get hit. I ask, you answer."
That hateful male voice rang out again.
Qinghe glared at the man in the Monkey Mask standing on her nose. His stance was relaxed and casual, as though he thought nothing of her, a Flood Dragon.
Answer? Answer, my ass!
With all the commotion from that exchange, Xie Lingyu must have sensed it!
Who knew how many treasures Granny Bai had stuffed onto her? Once he arrived, a mere Nascent Soul like you would definitely be laid out on the spot!
Besides, she herself had a protective Dharma Treasure Granny Bai had given her, though its activation conditions seemed rather stringent.
Qinghe was extremely pessimistic about what Granny Bai called stringent.
Given Granny Bai's personality, it would at least wait until she was half-dead before activating.
Bai Xuanling had something to say about that, too-what lesson could you learn fighting with a turtle shell on your back? Only a painful beating would make you remember.
As a Flood Dragon, Qinghe naturally had a Flood Dragon's pride.
She wouldn't die either way, so she absolutely wouldn't let this hateful bastard act so arrogantly in front of her!