The originally weak and endangered expression gradually retracted, as he lowered his head, placed his hand on the nearby three-legged cauldron, and slowly stood up.
This pitch-black man lowered his head, looking calmly at his left hand.
Only four fingers remained.
In the depths of his Heart Lake, a Dragon Carp dived into the abyss, only to be devoured by a ferocious Evil Flood Dragon.
Then.
The Evil Flood Dragon transformed into a dragon, demonic flames overwhelming the sky, and it began to devour other Evil Flood Dragons!
One per breath.
The one-armed Confucian Scholar raised his head and closed his eyes, taking a deep breath.
"What are you doing? Seeking death! How dare you!!"
An elder with acute senses noticed something, his mind quaking, angrily scolding the one-armed Confucian Scholar standing motionless.
Yet under his feet.
He stepped back one step... two steps... three steps...
The one-armed Confucian Scholar suddenly opened his eyes.
These were blood-red eyes.
