Chapter 1647: The Might of the Origin Blade

Ao Guangyi's colossal flood-dragon claw raked down from above, close enough to tear into Titus Xiao's forehead. Mu Long's face drained of color. "Move! Get out of the way!" Titus Xiao did not budge. He stood there as if stunned, as if he had simply stopped fighting back. *Was he really going to die here?* Mu Long's chest tightened with panic. This trip into the Seventh Heaven had been meant as training, so she had brought no treasures, no powerful protective artifacts. She regretted it with...