Chi Jiuxiao, with An Hao in tow, dashed wildly through the palace, flying past dozens of crossroads. They suddenly entered a vast hall, its width and length difficult to estimate, dimly lit, lined with rows of stone pillars. These stone pillars were hung with oil lamps, but the majority of the flames had been extinguished.
Entering this hall, An Hao felt a chill gust of wind hit his face, making him shiver uncontrollably.
Before he could ponder further, a terrible intent to kill approached from behind.
A dark red sash shot out of the darkness, swiftly sweeping past them and looping around ahead, aiming to entangle them.
Chi Jiuxiao drew the Dragon-Slaying Spear, throwing it forward; a dragon's roar exploded through the air, and a golden dragon materialized, its bright light illuminating the entire hall.
The golden dragon formed by the Dragon-Slaying Spear collided forcefully with the dark red sash, whipping up a fierce wind that ravaged the space inside the hall.
