The luminous talisman was as blue as the ocean waves, throwing off a radiance that instantly brightened the surroundings. Lu Yun and Qing Han found a monstrous dragon’s head peering at them through vicious, blood-red eyes.

The Dusk River God hung upon its chin like a meat pie, her link to the black dragon the only thing keeping it alive.

“Got it!” Qing Han swiftly leapt into action. Crossing both arms over his chest, he cast a barrage of pristine light through the Scroll of Shepherding Immortals.

“Roaaaaaaaar!!” The inky dragon head frothed with rage; that human was trying to take away its Dusk River God! Held fast by Xuanxi’s talisman, it could only watch in frustration as the mythical scroll absorbed its prize.

Kchrrrrk!

A burst of strength from the black dragon cracked the talisman on its head.

“Didn’t you say ten breaths?! It’s only been three!” yelped Lu Yun, positively frightened that the dragon was already breaking free.

“You fool! That’s not Her Highness!” Xuanxi realized what was happening when she noted the madness in the dragonguard’s eyes. Because of its title, the Dusk River God carried a very similar aura to the dragon princess of yesteryear and...