"Rumble..."
At the same time, the Seven-Day Immortal's defensive restricting formation activated.
Lin Shisan's body abruptly sank, as though he carried a mountain on his back.
His feet, especially, felt filled with lead. No matter how he tried, he could not move them, like the Jiaolong True Spirit trapped in a swamp.
"Creak, creak..."
Space rippled, creaking.
Before the Seven-Star Flying Sword, as tall as Little Dragon himself, even slashed toward him, Lin Shisan felt stabbing pain all over.
Imperceptibly, it had truly acquired the might of a Yellow Dragon Realm great expert.
Little Dragon had truly unleashed a killing move.
"Everyone has the right to execute a Demon Sect fiend. Even you, my Old Master, are no exception."
Little Dragon even shouted with righteous conviction.
Whatever happened, he had to shout out a grand, respectable reason for himself.
Otherwise, how could he explain personally killing the Old Master he had always respected?
"Roar..."
The Jiaolong True Spirit roared.
It, too, sensed the Seven-Star Flying Sword's rumbling killing intent and flew out with an urgent whoosh.
It placed its body before Lin Shisan, making a wall of itself to forcibly intercept the unstoppable Seven-Star Flying Sword.
"Slash!"
The Little Yellow Flag in Little Dragon's hand waved again.
As though receiving an order, the airborne Seven-Star Flying Sword surged with towering killing intent and slashed toward Lin Shisan, trapped in the swamp.
"Hiss, hiss..."
Dazzling sparks streaked from the Seven-Star Flying Sword like slowly drifting meteors.
They came from the heated friction as the Reverse Scale on the Jiaolong True Spirit's head met the Seven-Star Flying Sword head-on.
"Come back."
Lin Shisan saw clearly that, even if the Reverse Scale could withstand this head-on resistance, the Jiaolong True Spirit would burst.
"Roar..."
As though crazed, the Jiaolong True Spirit kept pushing