If Xiao Qing managed to bite the man in the black robe, he would be done for!
He would be swallowed whole, reduced to mere waste.
Unfortunately, Xiao Qing missed with that bite!
No way around it, its body was just too massive, making it inevitably less agile.
The moment Xiao Qing lunged, the man in the black robe had already dodged, appearing right in front of Meng Fan in the blink of an eye.
Capture the leader first to capture the gang!
Since this Flood Dragon was the pet beast of the guy in front of him, it would be better to kill this guy first.
Maybe after killing him, he wouldn't have to fight this Flood Dragon to the death.
Because he knew, many spirit beasts were forced to become human pets, not willingly, and had no emotional attachment.
Once the human died, they would be free to roam the vast seas and skies, with no intention of avenging their previous master.
This idea wasn't wrong!
Unfortunately, Xiao Qing and Meng Fan had signed an unequal blood contract, linking their lives together.
If Meng Fan were killed, Xiao Qing would die too!
But if Xiao Qing died, Meng Fan wouldn't.
It was indeed a bit unfair.
No matter what, Xiao Qing would never allow anyone to kill Meng Fan!
So, when the man in the black robe bypassed it and appeared in front of Meng Fan, it was instantly enraged.
As Xiao Qing turned around, the man in the black robe had already drawn his knife, aiming to slice Meng Fan in two.
Xiao Qing's eyes widened in fury, and in a hurry, it swung its tail fiercely at the man in the black robe.
This tail was thicker than a tree trunk.
If it hit, it could knock the soul out of the man in the black robe.
Beat him to death!
Of course, after beating him to death, it would still swallow him whole, savoring the fresh kill.
Freshly dead, still delicious!
But alas, just like the previous bite, this tail swipe missed as well.
It was both awkward and infuriating.
More than anything, it was humiliating.
Since becoming Meng Fan's pet beast, this was Xiao Qing's first battle for him.
This battle was its chance to prove itself, to showcase its strength and usefulness.
But two consecutive attacks had been nothing but a joke, not even touching the enemy's skin, utterly disgraceful!
How could Xiao Qing endure this?
If it didn't eat this guy today, it wouldn't be worthy of being a Flood Dragon, only fit to call itself a snake!
"Roar~~~~~"
Xiao Qing roared furiously, and wind blades shot from its mouth.
Although the tail swipe had missed, it forced the man in the black robe to dodge, giving him no time to attack Meng Fan.
Now, Xiao Qing spat out forty to fifty wind blades, an overwhelming number!
So many wind blades surrounded the man in the black robe, sealing off all escape routes.
This time, he couldn't possibly dodge!
But spitting out so many wind blades at once naturally reduced their power.
Relying on these wind blades to kill the man in the black robe was unrealistic.
But for Xiao Qing, just trapping him for a moment would be enough.
Because as it spat out the wind blades, its body also moved.
Its right front claw extended, striking at the man in the black robe from an extremely tricky angle!
On the other side, Meng Fan's eyes widened slightly, a hint of surprise in them.
Because from Xiao Qing's claw strike, he saw a hint of a sword technique.
"Orient Loong God's Claw"
This was a sword technique Meng Fan had learned from a spiritual sword, a technique of an emperor from the Great Qing Empire in the Central Region of Shenzhou.
Along with "Orient Loong God's Claw," there was also "Orient Loong Sacred Body," a body refining technique Meng Fan still practiced diligently!
In fact, "Orient Loong God's Claw" was not a weak sword technique; Meng Fan had practiced it many times.
Clearly, Xiao Qing had secretly learned it while Meng Fan was practicing.
Although "Orient Loong God's Claw" was a sword technique, its name suggested it simulated dragon claws.
Flood Dragon claws were very similar to dragon claws.
Meng Fan was quite surprised that Xiao Qing could gain some insight from this sword technique.
This level of enlightenment and learning ability was impressive!
Xiao Qing had its own style, knowing how to keep a low profile and quietly amass power.
Who knew how many other things this little guy had secretly learned from him besides "Orient Loong God's Claw"!
At this moment, the man in the black robe frowned.
He certainly didn't dare to take Xiao Qing's claw head-on!
Even though his cultivation level was higher than Xiao Qing's.
But as a human, fighting a beast head-on would be foolish.
A suicidal act!
So he would rather take a few wind blades than let Xiao Qing's claw hit him.
The wind blades tore through his black robe, cutting several wounds on his body, with blood oozing out.
But they were minor injuries, nothing serious!
However, the man in the black robe was furious, enraged.
He was only dealing with a young girl in the Heavenly Origin Realm, yet things kept escalating. First, a strange sword cultivator in the Heavenly Origin Realm appeared, and now a pet beast in the boss-level entity realm.
Now, he was even injured!
"You’re courting death!" the man in the black robe gritted his teeth, spitting out the words.
At the same time, he threw his ghost-head knife to the ground.
In its place, a pitch-black banner appeared in his hand.
He was never good with knives and swords, just carried one for self-defense.
His true weapon was this banner!
But this thing was vicious, extremely evil and malevolent, against the natural order.
Every time he used it, he would suffer some backlash.
So unless absolutely necessary, he was unwilling to use this weapon.
But today, his luck was bad. He had only encountered two small fries, yet they were so troublesome, forcing him to reveal his true strength.
"To die under my Ghost Infant Banner is your honor!" the man in the black robe sneered, his face mocking.
In fact, his mockery wasn't just for show, because he truly believed it.
His Ghost Infant Banner usually only killed infants.
For these two adults and one beast to die under it was indeed rare and an honor.
But from Xiao Qing's perspective, it would be an honor for the man in the black robe to die in its mouth!
After all, this would be its first human meal.
To be eaten by it was a great honor!
From Meng Fan's perspective, if the man in the black robe could die by his sword, it would be an even greater honor.
After all, with Meng Fan's current cultivation level, any sword technique capable of killing this man was among the world's best!
To die under such a sword technique, how could it not be an honor?
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But in this situation, even the most honored one wouldn't truly feel honored.
Honor equaled death!
And here, no one wanted to die.
So, who would die?
The answer was simple……
Because Meng Fan silently drew the Red Sheep Sword.
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