Chapter 477: Forgot Something

The woman, ethereal and graceful in a white dress, had her face covered by a light veil, yet her exquisite beauty was still vaguely discernible. A refreshing yet subtle and pleasant fragrance, distinctive and unique, emanated from her. It could only be Qing.

Qing looked at Zu An with her beautiful large eyes. Her delicate hands gently caressed his wounds as she asked, "How did you get such severe injuries? Does it hurt?"

Zu An smiled slightly. "It did hurt quite a bit, but seeing you here, it doesn't hurt anymore."

Qing's face flushed slightly, and she scoffed, "Still so glib-tongued."

Zu An took her small hand; it was cool and very comfortable. "Oh, right, why are you here?"

Qing was about to answer when an angry roar came from nearby. "Are you two showing off your affection as if I don't exist!"

They turned to look and saw Ao Quan's massive, panting dragon head glaring at them.

"How did you offend a dragon?" Qing frowned slightly. Clearly, such a colossal creature posed a difficult situation for her as well.

"I didn't offend it; this guy just showed up on his own," Zu An replied, feeling quite dejected. He had just managed to repel a top assassin, only for an even more formidable opponent to appear. He felt incredibly unlucky lately and wondered if he should go to a temple to offer some incense.

"Another beautiful woman! You annoying brat, how do you manage to have such good fortune with women? Ugh, the more I think about it, the more irritating it becomes!" Ao Quan roared to the heavens, then lunged, biting towards both of them.

Zu An was startled and quickly warned Qing, "Be careful!"

To his surprise, Qing was even faster. With a gentle push, she moved him aside, then flew forward to meet the attack. Although her figure was tiny compared to the massive dragon, she showed no sign of being at a disadvantage. She swiftly formed hand seals with her delicate hands, her movements incredibly graceful. Then, a vast purple rune appeared before her, forcefully blocking the dragon's pounce.

With a loud bang, Ao Quan seemed to have crashed into an invisible wall. His head reeled; he was truly stunned by the impact.

"You're from the Demon Race!" Clearly, he was knowledgeable and immediately recognized her origin.

Qing remained silent. Clearly, she saw no need to converse with him, nor did she wish to reveal any information about herself.

Ao Quan snorted coldly. "Whether you are human or demon, if you are associated with Zu An, you must die!" Clearly, under the influence of the "Poisonous Tongue" skill, he already loathed Zu An to the core.

He roared and swung a claw at Qing. The immense force instantly shattered the transparent rune light shield in front of Qing. Qing let out a soft cry and hastily retreated. As she did, she formed hand seals with both hands, and a dozen or so runes suddenly appeared behind her, encircling her like a halo.

Crystalline light shimmered on the runes, and then beams of purple light shot out. The beams of light were like lasers; even the dragon's tough scales couldn't quite withstand them. Where they struck, smoke continuously rose, and a faint burnt smell could be detected in the air.

Ao Quan screamed repeatedly. He desperately twisted his body in the air, trying to avoid the purple beams.

Zu An gazed at the radiant figure in the air, who looked like a goddess of war. He couldn't help but gulp. Was this still the delicate woman who had pleaded repeatedly in his arms that night?

"You wretched woman, you've completely infuriated me," Ao Quan roared. "Dragon Tongue Spell, Forbidden..."

He hadn't finished speaking when that nightmarish voice rang out again from nearby: "What are you looking at?"

"What if I am?!"

Ao Quan was speechless. He was on the verge of going mad. He swore that after killing Zu An this time, he would definitely go back and research how to simplify the Dragon Tongue Spell. It had to be simplified to the point where it could be cast with fewer than three words. He truly did not want to experience this painful ordeal again.

Qing glanced at Zu An in surprise. She naturally knew how powerful Dragon Tongue Spells were, yet he managed to restrain them like this. She recalled that back in the Prince Wu's Residence annex, the Dark Elf could have successfully escaped, but precisely because of that phrase, he was distracted and lost his life there. It now seemed that Zu An's "What are you looking at?" was an even more miraculous existence than Dragon Tongue Spells. The memory of her sitting astride Zu An in his arms at that time flashed through her mind, and a flush of peach pink appeared on her fair cheeks.

"Do you think I'm helpless without the spell?" Ao Quan roared. He then lifted his head towards the sky, his mouth opened wide, and as he lowered it, a massive stream of dragon breath erupted. Just one glance at the dark gray dragon breath was enough to know it was filled with destructive power.

"Good heavens, what did it eat to have such bad breath?" A foul odor, reminiscent of various acids from a chemistry class, could be smelled from afar. Zu An looked worriedly at Qing, thinking, *If even a drop landed on someone, wouldn't they be corroded?*

Qing dared not be careless. The rune array behind her glowed intensely, and several purple beams shot out, forcefully blocking the dragon breath. Purple and dark gray clashed in the middle, neither side able to overcome the other for a moment.

"Watch out!" Zu An quickly warned, but it was already too late.

A massive dragon tail swung in from an angle. Qing couldn't dodge in time, and in her haste, she could only raise one hand, barely managing to create a rune light shield. But how could this hastily formed light shield block an attack that the opponent had been preparing for a long time? With a crisp snap, she let out a soft groan and was sent flying backward.

The arrays behind her naturally dissipated. With no purple beams to resist, Ao Quan's dark gray dragon breath shot directly towards her. Clearly, he greatly feared this woman and intended to seize this opportunity to turn her into ashes. Qing's internal energy was in disarray at this moment; the heavy blow from the dragon's tail had almost completely disrupted the flow of her elemental energy. While she could recover in three breaths with her cultivation, her opponent would not give her that chance. As she watched the dragon breath draw closer, a hint of despair flashed in Qing's eyes.

Just then, she suddenly felt a pair of warm arms. When she regained her senses, she was already dozens of meters away, being held in Zu An's arms.

"Ah Zu..." Although they had shared the most intimate relationship, objectively speaking, they weren't truly well-acquainted. Being held by him like this, she still couldn't help but feel a little shy.

Zu An panted heavily. Fortunately, his reaction was quick enough; otherwise, he would have truly been forced to watch this beauty perish for his sake.

"It's you again!" Seeing Zu An, Ao Quan's scales bristled, and he roared as he charged forward.

Zu An had just summoned the Great Wind twice in quick succession, exhausting his recovered uses. He currently had no ability to summon it a third time. Given the cultivation gap between them, if he couldn't teleport, running desperately would be pointless.

Qing hastily jumped out of his arms, shielding him behind her. Then, looking at the charging dragon, her beautiful eyes glowed intensely with purple light, and the entire world seemed to be enveloped in purple.

"Heavenly Demonic Eye!" Ao Quan had lived for a very long time and naturally recognized this powerful Demon Race skill. His entire dragon body froze; clearly, he was greatly affected by the Heavenly Demonic Eye. He hastily tried to cast a Tongue Spell to dispel the control of the Heavenly Demonic Eye. "Dragon Tongue Spell, Close..."

Zu An wouldn't give him the chance. "What are you looking at?"

"What if I am?!"

Ao Quan no longer had the strength to curse. He was practically sick of saying that phrase; it was truly a nightmarish memory he never wanted to experience again.

"Even without a Tongue Spell, your Heavenly Demonic Eye can only control me for half an incense stick's time at most," Ao Quan thought, his mind filled with utter frustration. "When I break free, it will be the end for both of you." Normally, the Heavenly Demonic Eye wouldn't be able to trap him; a single Tongue Spell would be enough to deal with it. All of this was Zu An's fault, that scoundrel.

Qing remained silent, desperately maintaining her control. Normally, controlling dozens or even a hundred people wasn't a problem for her, but this hundred-zhang long dragon was still a bit too much.

Seeing her delicate body tremble slightly and fine sweat covering her forehead, Zu An looked at Ao Quan. "Are you forgetting something?"