A gale howled, the raging winds surging skyward with the piercing arrow.
And just as Su Zhou had said, the National Preceptor, having cast Thunder Strike too many times in succession, was temporarily unable to divert the volley of Rigid Shot Arrows. It swung its Magic Sword, and the one powerful arrow aimed straight for its body was deflected by a magnetic field.
But the price was its Spirit Beast. The Yang Flame Cicada beneath its feet was blown to smithereens by the Rigid Shooting Technique, exploding into a shower of wooden splinters!
Left with no choice, the National Preceptor activated its Qinggong and descended slowly to the ground. It showed no surprise, however, its gaze fixed on Su Zhou, burning with intensity.
"The Soul-Seeing Eye, and it can even block my Spiritual Vision... Combined with that Dragon's Roar from earlier, you're of the Dragon Race?"
Before Su Zhou could answer, it chuckled. "I've never refined a pill using one of the Dragon Race before."
