"Is that Uncle Shangshan?"
A few people exchanged glances, stepped out of the crowd, and whispered, "It wasn't easy for Uncle to raise this Jiao Long. He had always fed it the best meat, the finest spirit pills, and the choicest herbs. It ate even better than we do. Uncle would be devastated to know that Shangshan died here!"
"How did Uncle Shangshan die?"
Yan Shuo said, "It's a Jiao Long, with formidable strength. Even those in the Nascent Soul Realm couldn't subdue it. How could it be beheaded and killed by someone?"
The crowd's faces turned grave; the strength to decapitate a dragon with one stroke incited fear!
They asked around and soon gathered some peculiar information, riding their horses to the stone arch bridge in Bridge Bay Town.
Yan Fang, disregarding the shock it might cause, flew under the bridge, clamped the hilt of the sword with his mouth, and dismounted the Dragon Slayer Sword.
