Xiaoxiao swam towards the exalted blood, quickly assimilating it into her body without any trouble. Instantly, a thick scent of blood came wafting from her as draconic patterns appeared in her eyes. It was as if she had turned into a raging tyrant with a death toll of millions. Her gaze swept through the sea of blood and settled on Tianming. She wore a complex expression, a remnant of will that remained in that drop of blood. More accurately, she was looking at the weapon Tianming had bound.

"You can let go now," she said.

Tianming unraveled the chain and the spear shot toward Xiaoxiao and turned back into its bow and arrow form. She held the bow, and the blood dragon arrows circled around her. When she reached out, one of the arrows landed in her hand. She nocked it on the bow, putting the two dragons together. Then she pointed it at Tianming.

"What in the?!"

"That was a reaction from the bow's will." Xiaoxiao...