"Red Dragon?"
Bai Qi and Ying Ji exchanged a glance, then stepped out together.
Clang!!
A sharp whistle of a sword echoed.
The sword box enshrined in the ancestral hall sprang open, and a three-foot copper sword flew out.
The blade of the copper sword was soaked with dark red blood, emitting a chilling aura. It floated automatically beside Bai Qi.
This was Youxi's Treasure Sword, which had accompanied Bai Qi for many years, drinking countless blood and harboring extraordinary spiritual power.
The two stepped outside.
The gray sky was now dyed a fiery red.
A massive and sinuous dragon pierced through the heavens.
"What overwhelming might!"
Bai Qi's pupils contracted. This presence was more formidable than any master he had ever encountered.
It was like an unscalable mountain that compelled awe.
At this moment, the Red Dragon dived downward.
"Who is this deity?"
Bai Qi gripped the hilt of his treasure sword, the Red Dragon True Qi in his chest surging violently.
