"Hua Menghuang, you get down here!"
Xiao Yuan beat his black crow wings, and his six hands simultaneously reached for the sky, attempting to grab hold of Hua Menghuang's ankles and pull her down.
It was clearly just a shout, but from Xiao Yuan came three different tones.
On the left, hysterical. In the middle, cold as frost. On the right, a voice like breaking pottery.
The three tones intermingled, highly contradictory, causing Shang Yaoqin, who was standing atop the Wind Dragon, to furrow her brows involuntarily.
"Damnable bastard, it's true that all disciples of the Soul Killing lineage are potential demons at heart."
Shang Yaoqin's face turned ugly; she snorted coldly, and her fair fingers swiftly danced on the white jade sapling, playing a tune.
Sound Tao killing move—Circular Flow Song!
The Wind Dragon, formed from great winds, suddenly shimmered with a glimmering cyan light, creating a swirling wind shield that blocked Xiao Yuan's attacks.
