An extremely cold dragon breath swept across the sky, and the thousands of grievance-filled souls released by the Two-Faced Old Demon instantly froze into ice crystals, falling with a rustling sound. The infant-like face let out a piercing scream, and the expression on the old demon's true body finally shifted.
"The Xuanbing Golden Dragon physique?!" The Two-Faced Old Demon's two faces twisted simultaneously. "You're a descendant of the Dragon Clan?!"
Qinghe stood suspended in mid-air, her gold-and-blue hair fluttering in the wind, her eyes filled with confusion. She looked down at her own hands, seemingly unable to understand why she could suddenly manipulate this power.
Chapter 337