Above the Qiányuán Sect Market, the solid pressure hung like ten-thousand-year-old mysterious ice.
Several Spirit Severing giants hovered in the void, their gazes like torches, locking firmly onto the purple-gold thunder dragon bathing in lightning and exuding an imposing momentum in the backyard of the Nameless Chamber of Commerce.
Every burst of dragon might and thunder malignance when Xiaohong drew the lightning to temper its body was like throwing ice crystals into a boiling wok, stirring the minds of the giants on all sides.
Chapter 644