As he spoke, an eerie black aura continuously emanated from the Black Dragon, and everyone felt a bone-chilling cold from head to toe. Before they could react, the first wave of the Black Dragon’s attack arrived.
A massive black Dragon Qi transford into a formless black giant dragon, entangling with Elder Jin, the Old Clan Chief, and the others. Simultaneously, many small dragons ford from the black aura road among the people, persistently harassing them.
The faces of several elders turned deathly pale. At that mont, the Black Dragon’s tail suddenly swept harshly, and they were too exhausted to continue, falling from the sky one by one.
"Grandpa Long!"
"Old Clan Chief!"
Hongye and Yin Xilin hurried forward to catch the bodies of the Old Clan Chief and Elder Jin. They were covered in blood, with little Dragon Force left inside. They looked like dying old n, lying on the ground unable to move.
"Little girl Ling, quick, let your master take Zixuan and leave here!" The Old Clan Chief coughed up a mouthful of blood and said intermittently.
"Grandpa Long, if we go, we’ll go together. Just wait, I’ll find Master, she must have a way!" Yin Xilin anxiously replied, her eyes turning red, and she stood up, about to run down the Dragon Altar. However, before she could move, the Old Clan Chief’s cold large hand grabbed her tightly.
"Girl, don’t worry about us. Hongye, take them away! Zixuan must not fall into the hands of the Black Dragon. Tell Zixuan for , unless he’s totally sure, absolutely no revenge!"
"Grandpa Long!"
"No more words, go quickly!" The Old Clan Chief pushed Yin Xilin away with a strong hand, tossing her several ters away. Yin Xilin struggled to get up from the ground, looking at the destroyed tribe and the heavily injured people, she gritted her teeth and turned to run below the Dragon Altar.
"Master!" Yin Xilin, battered and unsteady, ran before An Yiqing. She sat cross-legged on the ground, eyes closed, unaffected by the surrounding howls and destruction.
Yin Xilin didn’t know what An Yiqing was doing, but even a fool understood that she must not be disturbed at this mont.
On the Dragon Altar, Long Zixuan was absorbing Dragon Force with closed eyes. Below the Dragon Altar, An Yiqing sat cross-legged, unknown what she was doing. Nearby, the Black Dragon wreaked havoc, half of the Dragon Tribe was destroyed, with heavy casualties!
Yin Xilin watched everything in front of her, tears streaming down. For the first ti, she felt the insignificance and powerlessness of humanity.
The Old Clan Chief had driven Yin Xilin away, but Hongye refused to leave, standing in front of the two elders, shielding them from all attacks. By now, she was also at the end of her strength, her red clothes drenched, whether with sweat or blood was unclear.
"Ignorant child, go to hell!"
The Black Dragon’s tail was cut by Hongye, and it flew into a rage, a dragon claw the size of a human reaching nacingly toward Hongye.
Hongye had no strength left, she turned around, shielding the Old Clan Chief and Elder Jin beneath her, tightly closing her eyes.
"I’m sorry, Old Clan Chief, I did my best."
In the desperate roars of the Old Clan Chief and Elder Jin, the nacing dragon claw reached for Hongye’s back. If caught, she would be torn apart!
At that mont, several mysterious figures appeared out of nowhere, blocking the Black Dragon’s attack bare-handed.
They ford a strange formation, like a killing machine relentlessly attacking the Black Dragon. A special Tri-edge Military Spike in their hands drew wounds across the Black Dragon’s body, while others wielded hot weapons, firing at the dragon mid-air as if they cost nothing.
Unprepared, the Black Dragon was caught off guard. Although the shells couldn’t cause serious injury, the crimson blood enraged it.
Imdiately, it attacked even more fiercely.
The Dragon Tribe people stared blankly at the sudden reinforcents, confused.
"Cough, cough, they belong to Girl Qing!" The Old Clan Chief explained with a breath.
Everyone was enlightened, their feelings for An Yiqing, previously rejection, now turning into gratitude.
However, the good tis didn’t last long. Though the Thirteen Blood Generals were powerful, they were ultimately re mortals. Moreover, they couldn’t fly, and even with hot weapons, they couldn’t inflict heavy damage. Black Dragon exploited their inability to fly, hovering in the air to conduct a sneaky hit-and-run.
Soon, An Zhifeng and the others, without advantages, fell into a fierce battle.
At that mont, their thoughts were just like An Yiqing’s. Unable to fly, so helpless.
Bang—
An Zhiyu took a blow from the fierce dragon claw, slamming into the ground. He quickly rolled to narrowly avoid further lethal attacks.
"Damn it! I’m definitely going to invent a flying machine when I get back!" He cursed fiercely, coughed blood, then got up from the ground.
He was about to make a move again when he saw a scene that made his eyes nearly pop out of their sockets—the Black Dragon’s claw was reaching for Yin Xilin beside An Yiqing!
If Yin Xilin were caught, she would be crippled or killed!
An Zhiyu lifted his spirits, gathering his Inner Breath to the utmost, and swiftly ran to Yin Xilin. By this ti, Yin Xilin was already feeling the imnse dragon pressure, her little face pale, mustering her scant Inner Breath to resist the Black Dragon’s sudden attack.
"Hehe, perish." The Black Dragon sneered, extending its gigantic and nacing claw. Just then, a shadow flashed, and An Zhiyu quickly grabbed Yin Xilin, turning to expose his back to the Black Dragon.
The Black Dragon didn’t pause, its claw reaching for An Zhiyu’s back. The others saw this scene, but An Zhifeng and the others were entangled by the Black Dragon’s tail, unable to free themselves. As for the Dragon Tribe people, they had long been severely injured and fallen to the ground, unable to get up. As for the Sky Punishnt Pavilion...
A pair of delicate hands appeared out of thin air, with an almost transparent short sword blocking the dragon claw’s attack. A light voice echoed on the ground.
"If you want to hurt the people I care about, you’d better ask if I agree first."
The Qingying Sword spun into a flower, rcilessly stabbing into the dragon claw. Instantly, black blood splattered, and the Black Dragon let out a mournful wail.
The massive sound waves shook everyone pale, and several severely injured individuals flipped their eyes, fainting directly. At this mont, a golden light flashed, and a huge barrier appeared above everyone’s heads.
"Darn it, what are you yelling for! Ugly and your scream is hideous!" Old Jin rolled out from the Ancient Space, standing on the ground and loudly cursed at the Black Dragon.
An Yiqing supported An Zhiyu, her actions briefly stalled when she heard Old Jin’s curses, a slight twitch at the corner of her mouth.
"Swallow it, protect everyone." She tossed a pill to An Zhiyu, "Where’s Zhiyun?"
An Zhiyu grinned, "Mission accomplished, rest assured, miss."
An Yiqing nodded, turning to the Black Dragon. At this mont, the Black Dragon was hovering mid-air, looking down on the people on the ground with disdain in its eyes.
An Yiqing slowly walked out of the barrier, standing beneath the Black Dragon.
"Should I call you Evil Dragon, or should I call you Pavilion Master Xuanmo?"
Everyone was astonished, looking incredulously at the Black Dragon in the air, then turning to the unhard Xuan Mo sitting on the chair. What... did this an?
"Girl Qing, you..." The Old Clan Chief, supported by Hongye, stood up, looking at An Yiqing. Although the Dragon Tribe and the Sky Punishnt Pavilion had long been at odds, he still couldn’t connect the Dragon Tribe’s destruction with Xuan Mo.
"Whether it is or isn’t, you’ll find out soon." An Yiqing smiled faintly, her head raised, looking at the Black Dragon, yet giving everyone a feeling as if she was looking down.
"Black Dragon, do you know who I am?"
The Black Dragon remained silent, a sense of unease rising from its heart.
An Yiqing’s lips curled slightly, with a thought, her entire aura dramatically changed. A layer of deep purple mist spiraled around her, gradually solidifying into a Purple Giant Dragon, coiling behind her constantly.
Everyone was stunned by this scene, the Black Dragon’s pupils shrunk fiercely, a slight tremor in its voice.
"You’re... from the Dragon Taming Clan?!" It shook its head wildly as it spoke, "Impossible! Your surna is An, you can’t be from the Dragon Taming Clan! Who exactly are you?!"
An Yiqing smiled faintly, just about to speak, when a dark shadow quickly rushed from the side.
"Miss, catch!"
An Zhiyun shouted, a stream of light streaking across the sky. An Yiqing didn’t even look, casually reaching out with her right hand, catching a pitch-black long sword!
Dragon-Slaying Sword!
"I, An Yiqing, an external surna descendant of the Situ Family in the Dragon Taming Clan. Xuan Mo, today I’ll bring justice for those children who died!"
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