SCREECH—!
The long, agonized cry echoed with fury.
Poised above the churning, trembling river, Qin Fan stood as immovable as a mountain. He watched the Jiao Dragon with a taunting gaze. "You want revenge, don't you? Come on, then. I'm the one who killed your mate. Hmph! Here's its corpse; I even saved a little piece for you!"
With that, Qin Fan pulled the Jiao he had slaughtered on Yanjing Ridge from his storage space. Gripping the severed piece of Jiao flesh, he swung it in the air. He knew a sapient Jiao could understand human speech.
And sure enough, at his words, the Jiao Dragon's cry cut off abruptly.
As its long, thick body closed to within a dozen meters of Qin Fan, its rage finally exploded. It lashed out!
BOOM!!!
A colossal, earth-shaking wave erupted from the river. But Qin Fan had already teleported to the side, anticipating the move.
