An expression of fury crossed Song Mingyue's face. She couldn't believe how cunning and dishonorable this Magical Beast was, luring them to its own territory only to reveal its true colors. And it seemed the Ten Thousand Year Flood Dragon had actually believed Ling Xiao. Otherwise, there would have been no need to bring them here before starting its threats.
Ling Xiao, however, seemed to have expected this all along. 'Perfect,' he thought. 'The more you act like this, the less guilty I'll feel when I trap you. Besides, trapping you for a thousand years will force you to calm down. In a way, I'm actually helping you!' "First, hand over some of your blood!" Ling Xiao said, seemingly oblivious to the danger. He held up the porcelain vial, a faint smile on his face. "This is our deal. You promised."
The Ten Thousand Year Flood Dragon fixed its crimson eyes on Ling Xiao, its ancient voice chilling. "Little human whelp, do you have any idea what you are saying?"
