The purple aura surged, and the Dragon-Slaying Sword let out a buzz. The purple giant dragon held the Dragon-Slaying Sword in its mouth and swiftly flew into the sky. An Yiqing stood on the ground, her hands forming a seal. The purple dragon seemed to be her very self, moving at her command as if she controlled it with ease.
The members of the Dragon Clan, shocked by An Yiqing's identity, slowly regained their senses and gazed wide-eyed in disbelief at the scene before them.
"Old, old Clan Leader, she, she..." Elder Jin swallowed hard.
"Miss An couldn't have reached the third level of the Dragon-Taming Art already... could she..." Hongye muttered to himself, unable to believe it.
The old Clan Leader remained silent, glancing at An Yiqing before turning to look at Xuan Mo sitting on a chair, his face stiff, as he lowered his eyes in contemplation.
At that moment, An Yiqing's icy voice mingled with dragon roars came from the sky: "Dragon-Taming Art, third level, Slay Dragon."
