"You be dammed!" Hearing Huang Xiaolong’s explanation, Yang Jing’s voice was immensely icy as she uttered each word in a grave tone. A magic whip appeared in her hand, and she snaked it out at Huang Xiaolong in an apt wrist flick.

Infused by Yang Jing’s godforce, the magic whip in her hand roared as it turned into a demonic dragon that breathed toxic green corpse qi. Huang Xiaolong could smell a foul stench coming from the demonic dragon even before it reached him.

This foul stench seemed to be the combination of corpse qi and poisonous qi that could temporarily confuse a soul.

Moreover, Yang Jing was a peak late-Sixth Order Heavenly Monarch Realm expert, a flick of her whip contained mountain splitting might.

A light flickered in the depths of Huang Xiaolong’s eyes watching her. He slightly shifted his footing as if it was the most expected action, and dodged Yang Jing’s whip without any suspense.

The whip...