For a moment, the Dragon Demon was consumed not only by pain but also by shock and fury.
To be fished by the Sword Master was one thing, after all, the latter was a Saint, and being caught by him did not disgrace the dragon.
But a youth, why should he be able to do this?!
Roar!
The Dragon Demon bellowed, lunging at Li Hao.
"Still struggling?" Li Hao chuckled, his fishing line sweeping across casually and sending the Dragon Demon flying before reeling it in front of him.
The Dragon Demon was in agony, as if its body was ripping apart, and it screamed incessantly. When Li Hao dragged it before Sword Cliff again, panic set in. With the Sword Master present, injuring the youth was impossible, and it seemed the youth's cultivation was extremely high, beyond what it could overcome.
"Saint Heir, spare my life, Saint Heir, spare my life..."
The Dragon Demon pleaded desperately, mistaking Li Hao for the Saint Heir from the Sword Ancestor Holy Land.
