"Lu Ming, Shen Mo, your cultivations are too weak. Step back for now."
"Fang Ming, Duan Rui, the three of us will fight with all we have and see if we can subdue this Python Dragon."
Lu Yao's voice slowly resounded.
Shen Mo and Lu Ming didn't try to be heroes and accepted the arrangement.
Even though both were at the peak of combat strength among the new disciples, their cultivation was far inferior to that of the senior disciples within the peak. This disparity wasn't easily bridged.
"Slash!"
Fang Ming drew his saber, fiercely swinging out a blade glow that stirred up immense qi waves.
He and Lu Yao flanked the Python Dragon, one at the front and one at the back.
Duan Rui, however, didn't choose a direct confrontation. His expertise lay in Formations and Prohibitions, so he began to set them up.
As two offensive Formations and Prohibitions were laid, streaks of fiery rain materialized one after another, continuously rushing towards the Python Dragon in the lake.
