The dragon's roar was like the sound of a golden spear and Jade, shaking people's souls. It resounded in their eardrums and made a humming sound.
Song Qing's small arm was hit, and the wind and clouds formed by the power lifted her body up and threw her into the air.
The moment her divine sense communicated with the little dragon's soul, she used the momentum of her flying back to thrust her long tail with force. Like an arrow, she retreated dozens of meters back and landed firmly in the sky.
After consoling the Dragon Soul once more, song qingxiao steadied herself and looked at her arm.
The clothes on his arm were torn apart, revealing his arm that was covered in fine scales.
