Bab 149: This Clan Was A Little Special

Purple flames came from all directions, enveloping An Lin and the others within.

Another spear of ice stabbed into the male dragon's butt cheek at this time.

"Howl…!" the male dragon roared again in anguish.

"Are you retarded? If you burn the food into a cinder crisp, how am I going to eat it!?" the female dragon roared in anger from the distance.

Tears welled up in the male dragon's big lantern eyes. This was wrong, that was wrong, just what was he supposed to do?

Mountain Quaking Fist! Strong Gale Cannon! Frost Slash!

An Lin, Da Bai, and Ji Yanling all struck out at once, tearing a hole into the sea of purple flames.

Purple flames whistled past, bringing with it an indescribably scorching and ruthless heat.

The male dragon breathed a sigh of relief. Luckily, these human cultivators seem to be pretty strong and didn't get roasted to a crisp, otherwise, he would get a beating again.