Mutant Winged Dragon had a narrow escape from death. If it hadn't been for the Nine-Tailed Demon Fox blocking it for a moment, he would have been devoured by that energy.
Shi Xueqin was still comforting Mutant Winged Dragon, saying, "Brother Longhun, don't be angry. The most important thing is that you're still alive."
"Thinking they could defeat me just like that, no way, they took me too lightly!" He had made preparations for both possibilities, muttering to himself, "I do love to play, the more thrilling the better. Without excitement, without struggles, how can it be fun?"
At this time, Jing Po ran back and said, "Slaughter Saint and his group have arrived."
True enough, they saw Slaughter Saint leading a large group of people coming this way.
Slaughter Saint approached and, having just learned about the incident at Sha Ying City, asked, "Young Master, are you alright?"
"With such a big life like mine, how could anything happen to me?" Mutant Winged Dragon said.
