When the tsunami swallowed the last beacon tower, Baili Tianming was kneeling amidst the dissipating points of light left by Nángōng Yuè. The wooden hairpin at his collar suddenly grew hot, and the young girl's lingering soul turned into a wisp of blue smoke that seeped into his dragon scales—the ultimate parting gift of her Apothecary Spirit constitution, capable of detecting all poisons under heaven.
"Watch out!" Shen Xichu swept her Ice Soul Sword horizontally, deflecting three poison-laced bone arrows. The war junks of the North Sea demon clan had already smashed through the protective mountain array. At the crest of the wave stood a woman with blue hair trailing down to her ankles, the scales on her forehead reflecting the radiance of the blood-colored moon.
The underground palace of the Baili clan collapsed with a deafening crash, and dragon-binding incantation patterns crawled up the young man's neck. He swung his sword at the demon woman, but his sword qi suddenly veered and shattered the altar instead. The bronze tripod that emerged from the dust caused Shen Xichu's breath to catch—embedded among the Taotie patterns on the tripod's body was a star meteorite that had been missing from the Heavenly Secrets Pavilion for a century.
Chapter 133