Suddenly, his body coiled up, and his arms crossed in front of his chest. In an instant... the golden Dragon Breath howled as it struck Yinglong's arms, creating patterns like disturbed water surfaces on his skin, rippling with wave after wave of azure undulations.
However, that was the extent of its effect. Although the Wind Blade was sharp, it could not cut water. Once it entered Yinglong's body, it was immediately restrained by the flow of water, quickly slowing down.
Under everyone's gaze, Xin Yun's Yinglong was under attack, yet Xin Yun casually kept his hands in his pockets, smiling at his opponent, his face the picture of composure, not showing the slightest hint of panic.
"Ah..." Watching Xin Yun's handsome, slightly devilish smile, Yi Luo Xiang couldn't help but sigh. Lately, it seemed she had fallen ill, often staring blankly at Xin Yun and, sometimes, like now, her heart would suddenly race, as if it was about to leap out of her chest.