And so, it saw that waiting figure, the Charming Shadow, in the background.
"To abandon his own woman and run away, what a coward indeed."
Long Ao sneered coldly.
If it had known this would happen, it should have captured this scene to show Tao Yaoyao later.
It would let her know that, apart from itself, in the entire demon race, no one else was worthy of her...
"Roar!"
Long Ao's train of thought was abruptly interrupted by a sudden pain.
Its eyes widened with rage as it looked back.
There, in hunting white garments, stood a youth with icy brows and eyes.
"Do all you Dragon Clan folks talk this much when you fight?"
Xu Yuan stood atop the dragon's body, clutching his sword and sneering, though a fine sheen of cold sweat appeared on his forehead.
Long Ao, being the Leader of Hundred Demons of the Dragon Clan and one of the Ten Holy Prides, had managed to block his full-force Saber Control Skill combined with the thunderstorm technique, using just its physical body.