268 Original Sin

Dragon chants caused the waves to surge forth; they struck against the dusky earth and engulfed everything in its path. Clan members began wailing in pain and anguish. The black, ink-stained water resembled ropes and leg irons, trapping them in their step and preventing them from moving.

Even though the Golden Wildblade was firmly thrust into Qiao Yi's scary-looking chest, his strength seemed to be increasing exponentially. It was a duel between the leaders of the dragon clan, and involving oneself in it was not an option. When the substance of their dragon might collide, violent sparks ensued from the sudden explosion. Then, he flapped his wings and caused a blazing flame to envelop him.

"The Wildblade! The Golden Wildblade! Agh! Agghhh!"