The Pain in Dragon’s Teeth

Jing Jiu floated upwards from the bottom of the green pond. He saw a few disappearing skeletons that produced bubbles in the pond, then a face.

To put it more precisely, it was a skinny face with resentment, anger and despair on its face.

A formidable and highly achieved deviant swordsman ended up as the food of a certain divine animal that felt bored. This was of course an unacceptable humiliation.

The skinny face rose and ebbed a few times in the pond before fading away.

Seeing the scene, Jing Jiu's expression remained the same. He kept on floating upwards to the surface of the pond, heaving his iron sword in his hand as he arrived by the edge of the pond.