Bone-Scraping Blade had been feeling rather good.
These two suckers were each more capable than the other, helping ease quite a few of his injuries.
Cao Fuhu had been unusually fierce today, but this little old man was even more formidable. You really could not judge a book by its cover.
Until the little old man started vomiting blood.
As he kept vomiting, dragon scales emerged.
Bone-Scraping Blade went numb.
Although he considered himself the world's greatest master of the Bewitching Art, confident he could win over even a eunuch, Bone-Scraping Blade felt he had still underestimated himself.
"Cao Fuhu, what the fuck have you done?"
Bone-Scraping Blade glared furiously at Cao Fuhu.
Cao Fuhu was numb too. "Did I do this? What the hell is going on?"
Of course Bone-Scraping Blade knew what was going on.
But he did not want to say.
He only wanted answers to his questions. "He's from the Dragon Clan? How did you hook up with someone from the Dragon Palace?"
As a member of the Great Yu Imperial Family, Bone-Scraping Blade was naturally no stranger to the Dragon Clan.
The Xia imperial family were actually human-dragon hybrids.
But by Bone-Scraping Blade's generation, the dragon clan bloodline had been diluted almost to nothing.
This was his first time seeing a dragon in his entire life.
Never in his wildest dreams had Bone-Scraping Blade imagined he would see one under these circumstances.
Looking at Mister Ao, who kept vomiting blood, Cao Fuhu's face turned ashen. "It's over. This time it's completely over."
You're certainly done for, Bone-Scraping Blade thought.
This dragon had taken in more poison than Cao Fuhu and was almost certain to die.
Of course, that was partly because this dragon had been rather greedy.
And Cao Fuhu had been unusually accommodating today.