A flying sword tore through the air.
It aimed straight at the head of the Medicine Dragon.
At the critical moment, the Medicine Dragon had no choice but to abandon its attack on the crowd.
A man in a green robe appeared at the entrance—it was none other than Song Lin, who had been asked to leave moments ago.
"Why are you here?" the Medicine Dragon asked. "Didn't you leave earlier?"
"If I had left, how would I have lured you out?"
At this moment, the burly man in purple deeply regretted his actions.
Truly, he had failed to recognize Taishan before his very eyes. Surely the immortal's late appearance was deliberate, a means to chastise them.
The man looked down at his soaked pants and let out a bitter laugh. It wasn't his cowardice—facing such a massive, man-eating centipede, anyone would crumble.
"Hmph, you bully me too much! You really think this old man can't deal with you?"
Bang!
The Medicine Dragon's tail swept down like a massive whip.
