Jiang Zhuoxue Lost Control

Countless streams of Spiritual Liquid rushed into Sang Ying's nose and mouth, and this was the first time Sang Ying had ever felt that her body was about to burst from the Spiritual Qi.

She seemed to be falling continuously, but her fading senses told her that the spirit pool wasn't actually that deep.

Sang Ying shouldn't have been shot down. Although He Lun's attack was strong, Sang Ying was still a Spirit Transformation cultivator and shouldn't have been unable to withstand it.

Just as she was passing over the spirit pool, a powerful force forcibly pulled her into the Spiritual Liquid.

The Spiritual Liquid continued to flow in, blocking Sang Ying's mouth and nose.

In a daze, she seemed to hear Jiang Zhuoxue calling her, but when Sang Ying opened her mouth, only a bubble floated away quickly in the slightly viscous Spiritual Liquid.

"Sang Ying, Sang Ying!" Jiang Zhuoxue watched as Sang Ying was knocked down. In a panic, he threw a heavy blow at He Lun and then rushed to the edge of the Spirit Pool to look for her.

But the azure Spiritual Liquid was completely visible to the bottom, and apart from the huge white skeleton lying quietly at the bottom, there was nothing else in the entire spirit pool!

Where did Sang Ying go? Where is she?!

Jiang Zhuoxue was almost driven mad by this accident. His eyes, which he had always carefully concealed, immediately turned into vertical pupils of glass. His hand, which was tightly gripping Chi An, slowly developed a layer of scales. With just a little force, he crushed a piece of Chi An.

Duan Hanyi, who was attacking the Listening Tide Sect members with the Sword Qi Ball given to him by Sang Ying, also witnessed the scene. Sang Ying's sudden fall made his heart skip a beat.

Without giving it much thought, Duan Hanyi casually hurled the Sword Qi Ball at the feet of an elder. He didn't even have time to check on the elder's condition or whether he should deliver the final blow before heading straight for the spot where Sang Ying had disappeared.

Jiang Zhuoxue knelt by the pool, not sparing Duan Hanyi, who had rushed over, even a glance.

Duan Hanyi didn't care about this. He looked at the spotless spirit pool, but couldn't see Sang Ying anywhere. His heart sank.

"Fellow Daoist Jiang, what exactly is going on? Where is Fellow Daoist Sang? Where is she? Weren't you by her side the whole time?" Duan Hanyi was extremely anxious and didn't even realize what she had just said.

Jiang Zhuoxue seemed to be provoked by Duan Hanyi's last words. He suddenly turned his head to look at Duan Hanyi, his cold pupils reflecting light.

This was the first time Duan Hanyi had seen Jiang Zhuoxue like this. Before this, the other party had always been gentle and polite. Because he always had a smile on his face, Duan Hanyi had always thought that Jiang Zhuoxue was a kind and gentle man.

But at this moment, he knew very well that Jiang Zhuoxue was definitely not a kind person.

"You, your eyes..." Duan Hanyi looked into Jiang Zhuoxue's eyes, but suddenly stopped mid-sentence.

Memories of the past suddenly surfaced in Duan Hanyi's mind: the Curse people Hidden Nether Realm, the dragon blood hidden within their bodies, and Jiang Zhuoxue's powerful ability to so easily extract the dragon blood.

Everything that had puzzled him seemed to have found its answer at this moment.

Jiang Zhuoxue... he wasn't human at all!

Even Duan Hanyi with Jiang Zhuoxue, felt how terrifying she was at this moment, but someone just had to come up and provoke her at this crucial time.

"Attack me! Come on! Why aren't you attacking? Did that Sang Ying fall down and die?!" With Duan Hanyi no longer throwing Sword Qi Ball everywhere, the surrounding dust finally dissipated a bit.

He Lun had heard Jiang Zhuoxue's mournful cries long ago, and upon seeing their current state, he knew that the female cultivator named Sang Ying must have been hit by him.

He was extremely pleased at this moment. He had long said that those who opposed him would not have a good end, "Beg me, beg me, and I might even have the mercy to rescue that female cultivator. When the sacrifice begins, after I slowly drain her blood, at least I can leave you with a complete corpse."

After He Lun finished speaking, he laughed triumphantly, as if he could already see Sang Ying slowly losing her life and dying.

Upon hearing this, Duan Hanyi immediately retorted, "Shut up! Don't say another word!"

He Lun didn't understand Duan Hanyi's apprehension; he only thought that Duan Hanyi was afraid that he had hit the nail on the head and that Sang Ying was really in trouble.

However, He Lun wasn't going to listen to Duan Hanyi at all. He not only continued talking, but also laughed even more smugly.

Just as He Lun was about to say even more vicious things to the two of them and continue to smear Sang Ying, a hand suddenly gripped He Lun throat like an iron clamp, leaving this Soul Leaving Stage cultivator without even the strength to resist.

He Lun's bloodshot eyes widened, reflecting a pair of cold, beastly pupils.

"You... who are you?" Because his throat was being choked, He Lun couldn't even utter a complete sentence. "You're not... not human..."

At this moment, He Lun was being slowly lifted up by the familiar-looking monster around the neck. He kicked his legs desperately, but he couldn't get a foothold on the ground and could only watch helplessly as he was lifted higher and higher.

He tried to unleash his Spiritual Power to attack, but each strike landed weakly on Jiang Zhuoxue, seemingly having no effect on him whatsoever.

At this moment, He Lun was truly afraid.

Seeing He Lun's expression, Duan Hanyi was also helpless. "I already warned you to shut up. Why did you provoke him at a time like this?!"

As if reminded by Duan Hanyi's words, He Lun quickly suppressed the suffocating pain and said, word by word, "Let me go, I'll help you get that person out, let me go..."

"Even if I kill you, she will still come back." A low, hoarse voice escaped Jiang Zhuoxue's throat, and black dragon scale patterns gradually appeared on his face.

Upon witnessing this scene, He Lun's pupils constricted. This was... a dragon!

Sang Ying was awakened by a soft touch.

Before she closed her eyes, she saw an overwhelming amount of Spiritual Liquid. When she opened them again, she saw an adorable face.

Its head is round, and its snow-white fur looks very warm.

Her round eyes stared unblinkingly at Sang Ying, seemingly wondering why she looked different from her.

Sang Ying moved slightly, and the white ball seemed startled, bouncing far away. However, it still harbored a strong curiosity about Sang Ying, and even though it was afraid, it refused to hide too far away, instead hiding behind a tree of moderate size, quietly peeking in their direction.

But when Sang Ying struggled to sit up, she realized that her body was too big. The tree couldn't even block half of her body; only her head was hidden, and the rest of her body was completely exposed.

Sang Ying found it amusing, but her smile had only just begun when she suddenly realized what this Big White Dumpling in front of her really was.

Completely white, with a tiger-like face, a bear-like body, a wolf-like tail, and fangs like a leopard... This is clearly the Beast God!