159 An Unpleasant Forest Guardian Beast 2 (1/2)

”I…”

For a rather prolonged period of time, An Fei found herself unable to speak.

The young girl realized herself incapable of anything else than stare at the large dragon towering over her existence, a completely blank gaze shrouding her countenance.

After all, the jiaolong before her… was a little too large.

Each scale on its body was equivalent to her arm's length if not her entire arm span, and the entire armor revealed a dull but imposing lustre that seared her eyes.

The scales of cobalt and black blotted out a portion of the sun's rays that struck the earth, the massive shadow trailing behind sufficient to squash An Fei to pieces without remorse.

And when it spoke, the entire Wu Ji Forest trembled with fear and reverence.

The molecules in the air vibrated as they sang an eulogy to the target of the forest protector's ire, the atmosphere adopting a queer resonance with the deafening bellow that permeated the sea of trees to its farthest reaches.

The swaying of the grass intensified at the hum of the dragon, the fragile strands and stems abruptly adopting a violent and vicious aura as they unceasingly swatted at An Fei's legs.

When the delicate but sharp tip of a nearby strand grazed against the back of her knee, the young girl regained her consciousness.

Her scarlet irises tinged with a visible sheen of unease and apprehension, she took multiple steps backward, her hands tightly gripping the cool hilts of the butterfly swords.

”Oh please, human.”

The jiaolong rumbled with a bored voice, its eyes revealing a hint of disdain towards the actions of the young girl underneath its gaze.

The protector of the Wu Ji Forest displayed a visible scoff, the scales on its body rippling with an obvious, satirical mirth.

”Human, do you think that with your puny cultivation of a Foundation Establishment can unleash harm onto this protector's body? Nevertheless, be it your two cutting knives or that illegitimate child behind your back, what harm can they serve?”

An Fei merely gulped at the arrogant but domineering statement of the flood dragon, her hands inadvertently loosening their grip on the butterfly swords.

The coalesced mass of spiritual essence in her heart vibrated with an urgent and fearful roar, quickly convincing the young girl to adopt a possible means of escape.

The handle-less sword, on the other hand, did not seem to adopt the same attitude as its wielder. The instant the jiaolong questioned the steel blade's origins, the incomplete sword seethed with fury, the inscriptions along its blade erupting with a scarlet radiance that enveloped the entirety of the lake's surroundings.

”Mh?”

Roar!

”-Hey!”

The handle-less sword completely ignored the young girl's surprised shout as it soared towards the head of the jiaolong, the deadly tip of the sword aimed directly at the base of the dragon's inverse scale.

As it surged upwards in the air, the tangible radiance of bloodthirst and malice converged into a dense stream of light behind the sword, as though forming a makeshift pommel.

”A mere spiritual tool dares to harm this protector?”

The flood dragon released a snort of disdain, a cobalt-scaled claw rising to accept the steel blade's challenge.

The claw that was larger than An Fei's body by at least twice her height lazily traversed the air to firmly collide against the steel edge of the handle-less sword, accompanied by a bored eyeroll from the jiaolong.

Ping!

Much to An Fei's expectation and hidden disappointment, the handle-less sword's trajectory was fully impeded and reversed by the nonchalant flick from the dragon.

The steel blade screamed with fury and rage as it was hurled back towards the ground with a velocity thrice its initial speed, and the soft earth groaned with masochistic torment as it embraced the piercing sensation of a sword embedding itself with reluctance soaring to the ninth heaven.

The flood dragon leaned downwards until all the young girl could see was the black pillar amongst a sea of yellow glaring at her existence, a rumbling snort of disdain booming in a form not unfamiliar with thunder.

”Hmph!” The jiaolong sneered, a whisker slashing in a large arc to sweep past the young girl's body to whip the ground.

”What an interesting toothpick you have, human. Alas, whilst it may contest with a creature of the Nascent Soul Realm, albeit with some difficulty, it cannot pierce my scales, much less leave a single scratch!”