Hua Biliu had naturally never seen a dragon before. The creation of the world by the Dragon God and the demise of the dragon were stories that had long been known in the Three Thousand Worlds. As the biological son of Taotie, he knew more about this matter.
But at this moment, it was difficult for him to control his thoughts that "this piece of living meat can indeed imitate the dragon."
Tiny ant knives on the snowy ground hummed like a gathering of cold iron rage. The snowflakes in the air were swept into tiny vortexes by the blades' wind. Occasionally, a few flakes of snow, like goose feathers, peeked out from the center, only to be instantly chopped into hundreds of powdery ice crystals by the sharp edges of the vortex. Countless vortices were thus dyed a pure white like snow. These tiny vortices worked together, undisturbed one another, to form the scene that now unfolded before Hua Biliu's eyes.
If it rises up into the clouds and rides on the mist, it can soar into the sky and hold up the universe. It is made of ice and snow, but it still carries the heart of thunder and fire; it is piled up with wind blades, but it does not change the aura of shading the trees and moistening the water.
If there really are any remaining dragons in the world, I think they would look like this.
It would be fine if this ant was just pulling out an empty frame, but the thousands of whirlwinds gathered strength together, and Hua Biliu's spiritual power rushed towards the knife like it was free, and every snap of his fingers brought about completely different changes.
Hua Biliu is not very old, but the unique racial heritage of alien and demon races and his previous combat experience are enough to make him understand that he should interrupt this move at all costs and never let it take shape.
But he didn't dare.
Perhaps it was a repression lurking in their blood, a warning forever etched in the deepest memories of the alien species. Mythology says the Dragon God created the world, leading the nine clans, but mythology itself often obscures the unspoken bloodshed. Hua Biliu had previously scoffed at the idea that the Dragon God was singled out for special mention, even though the Dragon God and the nine clans were both included in the ten alien species. However, a strange thought suddenly occurred to him: this division had its own merits.
He suspected that the ancestors of the nine tribes of strange beasts were originally defeated by the Dragon God.
He even suspected that there were more than ten tribes of alien species in the world when the world was in chaos. The reason why the nine tribes have been passed down to this day is because they were the only ones who were not killed by the Dragon God.
How else could there be any explanation for why he would be so cautious just facing a sword intent raised by an ant imitating a dragon?
Hua Biliu felt a long-lost panic. He wanted to retreat, he wanted to withdraw, but in addition to his innate fear, his acquired arrogance and unwillingness were boiling like hot oil. The thought of retreat only flashed through his mind, and it aroused a violent reaction like water in a frying pan.
I'm actually afraid of a piece of living meat. Hua Biliu thought in disbelief: How could I, a dignified Taotie, be afraid of an ant?!
Heart swelled with shame and anger at the thought, Hua Biliu raised his remaining front hoof and stomped it into the air, his eyes growing bloodshot. As if to hide something, he opened his mouth, aimed at Luo Jiujiang, and without hesitation, drew in his breath.
Eat him! Crush him! Drink his blood and chew his bones! He wanted to prove that he had never been afraid of this ant!
Luo Jiujiang ignored Hua Biliu's shifting thoughts. His inky blade had already gathered enough strength. With a flick of his arm, the massive wind blade, swirling around the blade like a dragon, let out a clear whistling sound. Luo Jiujiang stood still on the snow, a mere sesame seed compared to the Hua Taotie in the sky.
The bigger one is Hua Biliu, and the smaller one is Luo Jiujiang; the one soaring high in the sky is Hua Biliu, and the one standing in the knee-deep snow in the low-lying ground is Luo Jiujiang.
However, when the knife fell, it was actually from above.
This blade, imbued with unresolved hatred, condensed from the perspective of negative emotions alone, embodied a greater evil than Hua Biliu's current boiling hunger, anger, contempt, and murderous intent combined.
This was certainly not Luo Jiujiang's hatred. He was open-minded by nature and had only met Hua Biliu twice so far. Even if he knew that the other party was guilty of a heinous crime, his only thought was to kill him with a knife, and he didn't even want to torture him unnecessarily. How could he be full of malice?
This hatred belongs to Han Qianling, whose whereabouts are unknown now.
With Luo Jiujiang's talent, let alone learning from monkeys and birds, he could master the sword manual Luo Cang threw to him in one go. After a fight with Xiao Ren, he could imitate the fast sword style when facing pursuit. He and Han Qianling had been inseparable, accompanying each other closely for nearly ten years. Now, with his deliberate practice, he was more than 90% similar to the other, even the hatred in Han Qianling's heart that he had suppressed for years was perfectly reproduced.
But this hatred was like a stone in clear water, its shape and color were extremely clear, but it was unacceptable. Luo Jiujiang swung out his sword without any regrets, and released it all in the sword energy.
A pebble disturbs the lake's waves, but it cannot alter their clarity. After a splash, the stone remains stone, and the water remains water.
It only aroused Luo Jiujiang's longing.
He remembered the long blue dragon he saw just before the secret realm was shattered. Each of its scales was as smooth as water, gleaming with a dark blue and mysterious light, and each scale reflected Luo Jiujiang's tiny shadow.
At that moment, Han Qianling's dragon might suddenly erupted. If anyone else saw it, the absolute cruelty, powerful beauty and strength of the dragon would be enough to make people dazzled. However, what Luo Jiujiang was thinking about was the blood stains at the base of his scales due to the new hair.
Just like Qianling himself, ordinary people only see how calm and composed he is, and how he makes light of important things, but not many people know how much pain he is in all the time, and how hard he tries to restrain himself.
He had to eat seven deep snowflakes in a row before he could feel the ease of an ordinary person.
Luo Jiujiang had long been aware of Han Qianling's abnormality, and he wasn't blind to his pain. He had painstakingly sought out the Deep Snow Flower Tree to offer some respite to Han Qianling, who had remained silent. The illusion within the underground palace actually captured Luo Jiujiang's inner desire: he longed for Qianling to be free from all his burdens, free from the countless obstacles he was trapped in.
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