Whoosh!
The Nine Heavens split open, and nine inky-black flood dragon heads appeared, piercing through the clouds.
On the flying chariot, Su Bingxuan patted the shoulder of the youth beside him and said indifferently,"Su Yi, don't disappoint me."
"I, will, win."
The young man's eyes were burning, and an almost tangible aura of an expert spread out from his body like smoke.
He had been sharpening his knife for a long time, and he was very familiar with his Little Black Dragon Qi. Even if his opponent today was a genius like Su Jing, he would not be afraid at all.
Su Bingxuan nodded. " I believe you. "
After saying that, he stepped back and left Su Yi alone. He had watched this child grow up and had been working tirelessly to achieve his goal.
Su Jing had fallen into his trap. His body and will had been " corroded " by Dreamlike Snow.
There wasn't much corrosion, so Su Jing wouldn't know.
