The dragon coiled atop Blade Mountain.
Its tail swung back and forth incessantly, accompanied by frequent violent mountain collapses, sending a large amount of reddish soil and rocks into the Chijiang River.
Even though it was pierced and bound by chains, such actions should have caused its wounds to continue bleeding profusely, yet it seemed to show no signs of weakness from blood loss.
The upper body of the dragon, however, remained motionless, its golden vertical pupils quietly gazing at the two humans, an invisible, mountainous fear slowly descending with its look.
Then, it suddenly slowly cracked a smile, displaying a human-like expression that seemed to suggest amusement.
"Two humans, I want to play a game with you."
Ling Yunpo did not answer, merely silently moving closer to Senior Sister An.
An Zhisu's fingers curved slightly, Frostfall Sword already primed to strike.