C389 Cutting off His Head

Chu Qing, wielding his rusted sword, tapped the Azure Dragon's hide, each touch sending a streak of Daoist Gold into the creature's body. Despite being immobilized, the dragon remained undaunted, its abnormal skin bolstering its confidence.

It didn't believe that a mere ant like Chu Qing could harm it. As Chu Qing prodded and poked with his blade