บท 1815: Priest Sadness

A quick, shrill series of clanks and clinks could be heard from the cave. Head strikes, kicks, punches, scratches, all kinds of violent moves made by Dragon Mother landed on the jade board like a storm.

The jade board was glowing splendidly. Strands of mist spiraled up from it, strongly defending against Dragon Mother's attacks. The weapons inside the nine pillars had been releasing shreds of sharp and cold shadows...Blade shadows, sword shadows, axe shadows...Fierce forces burst from the jade board from time to time and struck heavily on Dragon Mother's body.

Since this jade board had trapped Priest Tong Jiong for so many years, without a doubt, it must be incredibly strong. Dragon Mother bashed madly, but failed to leave even a mark on it.

Tong Jiong stood inside the jade board, laughing at Dragon Mother, "Try harder! Carry on! Come to beat me! Come to kill me! Don't hesitate! I ate your tenth son, so what? That's how ancient Pan Gu world was!"