At the mouth of the ancient cave, Zhao Long's figure closed in like a phantom, the longsword in his hand flashing with a bloodthirsty gleam as if it would tear us to pieces in the next second.
"Hurry, go! I'll hold him off!" Qingyunzi's expression was grave as he waved his horsetail whisk, a cyan light barrier materializing to block the cave entrance.
"Qingyunzi, do you really think the likes of you can stop me?" Zhao Long laughed madly, slashing his longsword fiercely against the cyan light barrier with a blinding flash of crimson sword qi.
Chapter 34