Qinghe held Removing the Horn, and ten thousand copies of it appeared behind her.
"What turtle crawled out of a pile of stinking dog shit? Peel off your skin and you look like a toad!" Qinghe cursed coldly. "I'm smashing your shell today!"
Xu Yuan did not turn around, but his divine sense had already caught the Nascent Soul flood dragon charging at him from behind with her sword raised, along with the ten thousand cold gleams flashing toward him from behind Qinghe.
As though tearing through the horizon, it took only an instant.
The sword light arrived.
This technique alone left no doubt that this flood dragon had been raised by someone-and only a great household could have raised her.
Otherwise, even a flood dragon could never have mastered swordsmanship of this caliber.
Xu Yuan hesitated for an instant, then merely tossed a protective Dharma treasure behind him and raised a defense with his demon power before ignoring Qinghe.
With the situation changing so rapidly, ending the battle quickly was the best strategy.
Chiefly, precious demons from great sects like this all carried quite a few good things on them, to one degree or another.
The sword Qinghe held right now alone was something finer than anything Xu Yuan had ever seen.
By that reasoning, a Nascent Soul flood dragon ought to carry at least a Dharma treasure capable of resisting a Spirit Transformation attack.
Even if she did not, he had to assume she did to be safe.
Time waited for no one. Leaving aside the sinister brat who had ambushed him, Xu Yuan did not even know whether some mighty figure behind this flood dragon was rushing here right now.
Although he could no longer truly be considered a Spirit Transformation greater demon, Xu Yuan still had