"Come on, come on!" Yan Xiaobao muttered to himself while watching the battle. The dragon had shattered into thousands of golden rays, but its blood gathered before the young man. Seeing a small portion of the blood, Li Xiaopeng immediately cut his arm, letting more blood surge out. The blood pooled before him and formed another dragon. This dragon was entirely different from the previous one. It was no longer golden tinged with red but red tinged with gold.
"Come on, you foolish bird," Yan Xiaobao continued, his hands clenched tightly together, cold sweat dripping from his forehead. The intensity of the battle escalated relentlessly. The Blood Dragon first coiled around Li Xiaopeng, shielding him from the sharp feathers that suddenly erupted from Wan Qiao's wings.
