"If I could wield this treasure, neither the evil dragons nor the likes of Nie Biao would be a problem."
His eyes nearly saturated with the golden light of the Dragon Binding Rope, Qi Xiu subconsciously moved to pick up the treasure. But just as he lifted his foot, his gaze suddenly shifted, and he slowly lowered it again.
Still, one had to be careful.
A Magical Treasure used by the True Dragon Clan to discipline evil dragons—who knew if there might be some magical restraints or secret techniques set upon it? To touch it rashly would be too dangerous.
Shaking his head, Qi Xiu's thoughts stirred, and his gaze fell on the white figure clinging to the edge of the chest.
Feeling Qi Xiu's gaze, the white figure didn't dawdle. It flipped directly into the chest and reached out to touch the Dragon Binding Rope.
HISS—
But the moment the white figure touched the treasure, the entire Dragon Binding Rope suddenly moved. With a SMACK, it shattered the white figure into nothingness.
