The beautiful young woman, Ye Qingcheng, was deathly pale, her eyes filled with terror and despair.

Her natal sword was ruthlessly taken away by Fang Han. At that moment, she knew in her heart that she was already close to the abyss of death.

However, as a powerful expert at the early stage of the Divine Sense Realm, the flames of pride and resentment in her heart were not extinguished.

How could she willingly fall into Fang Han's hands like this?

So, in this desperate situation, she suppressed her fear and panic, mobilized the remaining true energy in her body, and walked on the lake surface, trying to escape this dangerous place.

Just as she leaped into the air, a sudden surge of waves erupted from the calm lake surface, and the golden dragon, which had already submerged to the bottom of the lake, burst forth from the water once more.

The giant, ferocious head of the golden dragon suddenly emerged from the lake, its blood-red maw wide open, its sharp fangs gleaming with a cold light, and it lunged at her with a strong, pungent stench.

Ye Qingcheng was shocked. In her haste, she could only do her best to change direction in order to avoid the golden dragon's fatal attack.

At the same time, the Xuan Tie sword in Fang Han's hand also gleamed with a cold light, launching a fierce attack like a black lightning bolt.

Ye Qingcheng stared wide-eyed in horror, hastily unleashing a massive palm strike of true energy in an attempt to block the deadly sharpness of the Xuan Tie sword.

However, her giant palm of true energy was as fragile as tofu in front of Fang Han's Xuan Tie sword. It was instantly sliced ​​open by the extremely sharp blade and turned into countless streams of air.

At that moment, before she could retract her palm strike, the Xuan Tie sword struck her arm with unstoppable force.

"ah!"

Ye Qingcheng let out a shrill scream as a severed arm flew off, splattering blood onto the lake's surface and turning it crimson.

But this was only the beginning of her nightmare.

Immediately afterwards, two crisp sword sounds rang out, and the black iron sword in Fang Han's hand flashed with cold light again, coiling back like a nimble venomous snake, mercilessly severing the Achilles tendons in her legs.

Ye Qingcheng could no longer hold on and fell onto the lake like a kite with a broken string.

Her body slowly sank, and the icy lake water quickly submerged her, the shadow of death now completely enveloping her.

"Take her to that island, but don't eat her. I still have questions for her."

Fang Han's expression was cold and stern as he conveyed his commands to the golden dragon with his powerful divine sense.