The fall was so fast that Qinghe didn't even have time to see what was below. When she crashed to the ground, the injury on her shoulder aggravated her fall, and her back bumped against something. She raised her hand and touched it; it was hard and had distinct layers.

She muttered a complaint: "What's so hard? It's hurting me."

Her sleeve was tugged, and Qinghe turned to look at Mo Junqian, who was pointing upwards with a look of alarm.

Qinghe looked in that direction and was shocked to find a dragon several feet long coiled around its body, its two blood-red, lantern-like eyes staring menacingly at the two of them. It occasionally let out a low roar, poised to devour them at any moment.

Qing swallowed hard, her heart churning.

She used to love dragons the most when she watched TV; they were mysterious and powerful. She never imagined that her first encounter with a dragon in this world would be in such a desperate situation, and she was overwhelmed with emotion.

No wonder Mo Zhanli's palace had a cold and dark atmosphere; no one would have imagined that a ferocious dragon was lurking beneath the palace.

Strictly speaking, the Jiaolong is not a true dragon. It has no horns, is ferocious, and enjoys bloody battles. Because it is empowered by dragon energy, it is very powerful and difficult to control.

The creature in front of me looked fierce and brutal. Perhaps it had been underground for too long, as its eyes were bloodshot, whether from frustration or hunger, I couldn't tell.

Qinghe felt that her current situation was very dangerous, beyond her comprehension, and she could become the dragon's meal at any moment. Therefore, she could not confront it head-on, but could only outsmart it.

He hadn't yet figured out a specific strategy, but the dragon was already itching to start its meal.

With a flick of its tail, the dragon unleashed a powerful gust of wind and roared as it charged toward the two of them. Human bodies are much smaller than dragons, so Mo Junqian pulled Qinghe along, weaving back and forth in places the dragon couldn't reach, trying to buy time to come up with a way to deal with it.

Time passed slowly, and the dragon was clearly enraged by this cat-and-mouse game. It instantly shrank its body and let out a deafening roar into the air, which deafened the two men.

The next moment, he felt a slight tremor beneath his feet, which grew stronger and stronger. Suddenly, the world spun before his eyes, and Mo Junqian's heart sank: "It's an earthquake. It's trying to bury us alive!"

As soon as she finished speaking, countless stones fell from the sky above, crashing down like hailstones. Qinghe waved her hand, and the Great Light Spell returned to her hand, instantly transforming into a protective net that shielded the two of them. Unfortunately, the good fortune didn't last long. The stones seemed to be carrying spiritual energy, and they couldn't withstand it for long, so they could only flee and dodge.

With countless boulders pressing down from above and a dragon closing in from behind, being attacked from both sides, it was an incredibly exhilarating experience.

During this process, Qinghe tried to form hand seals and set up an array to leave, but it didn't work no matter what she did. She avoided the rocks and looked up at the sky, where she could see a faint blue light. She remembered that the spiritual power emitted by Mo Zhanli was blue. Perhaps he had already set up a barrier here, so that no matter who entered, they could not leave.

The stones kept falling and piling up. Qinghe's shoulder injury flared up by sheer coincidence. He was distracted and fell victim to the attack. Just as a large rock was about to hit his back, he was suddenly pushed away and barely dodged it. When Qinghe turned around, he saw Mo Junqian suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood.

She quickly helped him up, her expression complicated: "Why are you doing this?"

He wiped the blood from the corner of his lips and said softly, "I told you, I wouldn't let you get hurt."

Qinghe didn't speak, but tightened her grip on his hand slightly.

"What a heartwarming scene!"

Qinghe looked up abruptly. Who was speaking?

"It's a pity that it's about to become my meal."

She looked at the dragon and exclaimed in surprise, "You can actually talk!"

The dragon flicked its tail, circled a few times, and its oppressive aura gradually subsided, and the stones above its head stopped falling.

"You little brats, why don't you kneel down and beg for mercy before me!"

The voice is deep and resonant, with a heavy metal feel.

As Qinghe's ears cleared slightly, she heard this cringeworthy remark. If it weren't for the inappropriate location, she might have burst out laughing on the spot.

Seeing that the two did not react, the dragon did not pursue the matter. Its scarlet eyes scanned the two of them back and forth until they stopped on Mo Junqian.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

Mo Junqian remained silent, clearly remaining extremely wary of the culprit who had just severely injured him.

He looked at the dragon with a stubbornness in his eyes, as if he were ready to die for it.

The man and the dragon stared at each other until the dragon said, "You look a lot like a person."

Mo Junqian's expression shifted slightly: "Who?"

The dragon didn't answer, but changed the subject: "If you want to get out, I can help you."

Mo Junqian and Qinghe exchanged a glance and asked, "Why are you helping us?"

The dragon tilted its head, as if recalling something, and its voice became incredibly distant: "It's just a debt I owe."

Mo Junqian wanted to ask more questions, but now was not a good time. Moreover, given the current situation, the two of them couldn't get out on their own. Since someone was helping them, it was all the better.

He asked, "What should I do, senior?"

The dragon roared, its body transformed, and a red light shot into the sky. A moment later, a sword with a blackish-red aura floated in mid-air. The hilt was wrapped with the dragon's body, and the blade was blackish-brown with strange and mysterious patterns. The sword's ferocity and restlessness could be felt from afar.

A voice came: "Hold this sword, and use all your strength to break the barrier."

The two slowly walked to the longsword. Mo Junqian did not make a move. This sudden change caught him off guard and made him hesitate.

Qinghe: "Take it. There's no other way to leave here now."

After thinking it over, Mo Junqian said, "Okay."

With the sword in hand, the moment Mo Junqian took the sword, he felt his blood surge and his spirits surge. He channeled all his spiritual power into the sword and swung it fiercely at the barrier above. The sword wind from the blade collided with the barrier, instantly producing a piercing sound, and the barrier shattered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Mo Junqian then swung his sword again, and a moment later the barrier shattered, and the water above poured down like a waterfall, instantly lifting the two of them up.

Taking a deep breath, the two figures swam upwards in the lake, finally emerging from the water and landing on the ground after a while.

Before him was a familiar scene. Mo Junqian turned around and looked at it, puzzled. "We were clearly underground in the palace, so how did we come out of the Imperial Lake?"

Qinghe: "It must be the formation that teleported us here."

The longsword in his hand emitted a faint red light. Mo Junqian said, "Thank you, senior, for helping us escape our predicament."

The red light brightened.

Mo Junqian: "I wonder what your next step is, senior?"

The dragon's voice came: "I think you're not bad, kid. Since you don't have any weapons, I'll follow you from now on."