Everyone stepped with unease along the muddy mountain path, walking through the rough terrains of the posterior hill. All the way, gloomy winds whistled, and abrupt rain fell with a of whish-whash, while the lightning in the sky slithered like silver snakes. The posterior mountain was almost like a barren land, with deep vitals. There was an oppressive feel of natural disaster, and a frightening sense of suffocation as if from the furious rage of rivers and mountains.
Along the way, everyone but Huang Xiaolong seemed to be confronting a formidable enemy. Under this oppressive atmosphere, it felt as if they were being led to the execution grounds. But the arrow was already on the bowstring, there was no turning back, the sword to kill the dragon had been raised and it was impossible not to cut down!
"Master... I... I never thought in my life that I would... slay a dragon..." Ji Zhengyu forced a bitter smile at Huang Xiaolong.
