At the bottom of the lake, where toxic mists surged, a Mirage Dragon lunged with a stinking gust of wind. The jade hairpin in Wang Zhaojun's hair was dislodged by the undercurrent, and her three thousand strands of silver hair scattered like moonlight.
With the tip of her foot, Wang Zhaojun stepped on the water. The jade flute in her palm transformed into a three-foot-long sharp blade, and a biting sword intent burst forth, shooting straight toward the behemoth like an arrow released from a string.
The cold gleam in her eyes outshone the snow. Wherever her sword qi passed, the lake water instantly froze into ice crystals.
Chapter 149