In the distance, Xu Hu was abruptly spitting blood, but thanks to the protective aura of creation, his injuries were minor.
The Dragon's chant was specifically aimed at Xiao Qiang. The sound wasn't the most damaging part of the attack - it was the sonic vibrations of the chant interfering with Xiao Qiang's spirit, causing chaos within his consciousness.
Xiao Qiang's mind was bombarded with an explosive noise, scattering his consciousness.
"Such a powerful mental attack. If I cannot retaliate tit-for-tat, I won't even have a chance to escape," he thought.
Xiao Qiang shivered, forming a strange sword sign with both hands: "Jumen Flying Sword!"
Whoosh!
A sword, formed from the vast aura of creation, appeared suspended in mid-air.
The flying sword cleaved through the air.
With a single stroke, it disrupted the oscillating chant of the dragon.
"Aooo…"
Enraged, the dragon spirit opened its mouth wide, attempting to swallow the Jumen Flying Sword.
"Careful, don't choke!"
