"Heh!"
The panic in the Nethernight Imperial Daughter's blue eyes vanished in an instant, replaced by a bone-deep chill.
"He only ever treated me as a pawn, and I treated her as one too!"
She slowly wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth with slender fingers. Watching the flood dragon thrash in the air, she gave it a mocking look.
Boom!
The flood dragon that had swallowed Lu Ren swelled, then exploded, unleashing a surge of Chaos Calamity. A figure emerged from it—it was Lu Ren.
"How is that possible?"
Disbelief filled the Ghost Path Cultivator elder's face. The Dragon Bloodfeast Formation could devour any Eight Tribulation Transcendence expert. Yet Lu Ren was only at Fifth Tribulation Transcendence, and he had broken free from inside the flood dragon.
Roar! Roar! Roar!
More furious roars rang out. The remaining seventeen flood dragons blazed with light and lunged at Lu Ren again, jaws snapping.
A wild glint appeared in Lu Ren's eyes. He swung the Chaos Ancient Sword in a frenzy, fending off the seventeen flood dragons' bites.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
He pushed his swordsmanship to its limit. However viciously the flood dragons attacked, his sword turned aside every strike.
The barrage drove Lu Ren back again and again, but not one flood dragon landed a direct hit.
Boom!
Suddenly, the entire hall shook. The savage flood-dragon phantoms let out unwilling howls, then vanished like smoke.
The Immortal-Smiting Iron had broken the formation.
"Who... who is he?"
The Ghost Path Cultivator elder slumped in a pool of blood. Blood still poured from his severed arm, but he no longer seemed to feel the pain. He only stared at the black-clad figure, his clouded pupils trembling violently.
"You can die now!"
With the formation broken, Lu Ren stepped forward, his