Long Shuijing Submits, Is It That Strange?

Second Uncle Long was defeated the moment he was sent flying away. His half-dragon state was covered in blood and sword marks that went as deep as his bones.

Now, he was in a miserable state.

Chu Kuangren, with the Void Sword in his hand, walked over to the man and lifted his sword coldly. 

"Heavenly Sword, you'll regret making an enemy out of the Dragon Tribe," Second Uncle Long bellowed.

Chu Kuangren did not care about what he said. Instead, he said, "It is the Dragon Tribe that will regret being my enemy."

He swung his blade down at the man's neck.

The moment the sharp sword qi slashed his neck, a powerful Dragon Tribe elite who rivaled a Great Perfected Arch Gilded Immortal had fallen.

Chu Kuangren then turned around to Long Shuijing, whose life was hanging on a thread, and smirked. 

"Who would have thought that I would run into something this interesting?"

He had his own plans for saving Long Shuijing.