Tiandang Peak, Sword Dance Square.
A gigantic Spiritual Beast, with the head of a lion and the body of an eagle, crouched on the ground, letting out painful, low roars. Its entire body was riddled with bloody holes. The once sturdy scales seemed pierced by some terrifyingly sharp blade, crimson blood gushing out.
"Miaomiao! Can… can you make it?"
"I'm sorry, Miaomiao! It's because your sister is useless… Sob… sob…"
Kneeling beside this Spiritual Beast was a slender and petite girl, who was currently stroking its back, weeping.
"Let's put an end to it, Miss Yingying. This game of a life-and-death duel isn't fun at all."
Facing the girl, a young man dressed in black, carrying a giant black sword, gave a bitter smile, rubbing his nose as he said, "Miss Yingying, to be honest, from the moment I first met you in Taoyuan Village, I felt an instant connection."
