"Junior Sister Qingcheng, don't worry, Fang Han won't get past the Golden Flood Dragon so easily."

But the Confucian scholar said...

His nickname was "Xiaoyaozi," and he was also an elder of the Hehuan Sect.

As for the beautiful young woman, her name is Ye Qingcheng.

Hearing "Xiaoyaozi" say this, the beautiful young woman Ye Qingcheng felt somewhat relieved.

Xiaoyaozi knew the Golden Flood Dragon very well. The Golden Flood Dragon was inherently warlike, and it was absolutely unacceptable for it to back down like this.

Although it was injured, it was only slightly injured overall, and its combat power was not greatly affected. Moreover, its recovery ability was amazing.

The wound in the golden dragon's mouth had healed considerably, and the fallen teeth were beginning to grow back.

The golden dragon was cunning by nature. It knew that the destructive power of the black iron sword in Fang Han's hand was too terrifying. If it were to fight in close combat, it would be no match for Fang Han.

So it quickly began to revolve around Fang Han, and in an instant, dark clouds gathered over the lake, rolling in and completely obscuring the bright moonlight.

This golden dragon, several tens of meters long, soared through the air, and even vaguely resembled a golden dragon taking flight.

It is evident that in this lake where the Yin-Yang Mountain Fire Dragon veins converge, it has absorbed a massive amount of spiritual energy from heaven and earth, and its qualities have long surpassed those of ordinary dragons.

It was cunning. It felt that the Xuan Tie sword in Fang Han's hand was too destructive, and in close combat, it was no match for Fang Han.

Soon, it began to revolve around Fang Han, while dark clouds rolled over the lake, completely obscuring the moonlight.

Especially since it is tens of meters long, soaring in the air, it really looks like a golden dragon taking flight. This shows that it has absorbed a lot of spiritual energy from heaven and earth in the lake where the fire dragon veins of Yin Yang Mountain converge, making its aptitude far surpass that of ordinary dragons.

Fang Han remained firmly holding the Xuan Tie sword, standing proudly on the turbulent lake surface.

Surrounded by the golden dragon, he remained as immovable as a towering mountain.

If it were an ordinary Grandmaster-level cultivator here, they would probably have been so frightened by the golden dragon's imposing power that they would have collapsed to the ground and been defeated without a fight.

It should be noted that the golden dragon's strength is between the Foundation Establishment Realm and the Divine Sense Realm of humans, and it is already able to exert pressure on its opponents with its divine sense.

The golden dragon circled more than a dozen times, and by then the dark clouds in the sky had turned into thunderclouds.

Between the thick clouds, purple lightning flashed like serpents, crackling and hissing.

Dragons have the ability to summon clouds and rain, and although this golden dragon has not yet become a dragon, it already has some of the air of summoning clouds and rain.

Suddenly, the golden dragon opened its blood-red maw once more.

However, this time it did not choose to engage in close combat, but instead used ranged attacks.

A dozen blazing red fireballs shot out from its gaping maw like meteors, raining down on Fang Han.

These fireballs were incredibly hot. Even if Fang Han were hit directly, or even just come close to them, the intense heat would be unbearable for him.

Seeing this, Ye Qingcheng, the beautiful young woman above the lake, couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

She secretly thought that her senior brother Xiaoyaozi was absolutely right. This golden dragon was indeed not to be underestimated. It had actually cultivated supernatural powers. Just this dense fireball attack was enough to put Fang Han in a difficult situation.

However, Fang Han remained calm and composed. He sheathed his Xuan Tie sword, swiftly formed hand seals, and shouted, "Thunder, come!"

In an instant, the thunderclouds in the sky became even thicker, and more than a dozen bolts of purple lightning, as if the wrath of the gods, suddenly descended and struck the dozen or so crimson fireballs.

Although the fireball was incredibly powerful, it scattered like fireworks after being struck by the purple lightning, falling into the lake with a hissing sound before extinguishing.

However, the power of the purple lightning did not diminish at all, and it continued to blast into the lake, sending the lake water soaring into the sky.

Several bolts of purple lightning shot straight towards the golden dragon.

Seeing the purple lightning approaching with overwhelming force, the golden dragon was greatly alarmed and instinctively tried to sink into the water to escape.

Unfortunately, the purple lightning was too fast; before it could even dive into the water, it was struck by a bolt of purple lightning.

In an instant, a piece of the golden dragon's scales was blown off.

"Woohoo..."

Painful cries could not be heard.

This beast probably never imagined that it would suffer a great loss in front of Fang Han, whether in close combat or ranged attacks.

The beautiful young woman Ye Qingcheng and "Xiaoyaozi" witnessed this breathtaking scene, and their hearts were filled with shock and turmoil.

Fang Han's swordsmanship was incredibly fierce, with sword moves like dragons emerging from the sea and tigers descending from the mountain. Each sword strike contained overwhelming power, and his techniques were even more exquisite, as if he could control the power of heaven and earth for his own use.

Under Fang Han's onslaught, the golden dragon was utterly powerless to fight back and was completely trapped in a desperate situation of being brutally killed. Such strength was truly astonishing.

At this moment, the severely injured golden dragon had already submerged into the water, with only its enormous head stubbornly remaining on the surface.

Its lantern-sized eyes stared intently at Fang Han, filled with resentment and hatred. Clearly, it was unwilling to be defeated by Fang Han like this.

"You beast, if you don't want to die, retreat now, otherwise I will use the Dragon-Slaying Technique to take your life, you little dragon."

With a thought, Fang Han's divine sense surged toward the golden dragon like a tidal wave, while he simultaneously uttered a majestic voice transmission.

To avoid detection by the beautiful young woman Ye Qingcheng and "Xiaoyaozi", he deliberately chose the secretive method of telepathic communication.

"Dragon Transformation Technique? You truly possess the Dragon Transformation Technique?"

Upon receiving Fang Han's divine thought, the golden dragon was immediately startled and quickly responded.

From its anxious mental fluctuations, it was easy to see its excitement and doubt. Clearly, it was skeptical of Fang Han's talk about the Dragon Transformation Technique.

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