Chapter 1732: The Gate of Nine Yin

"You be dammed!" Hearing Huang Xiaolong's explanation, Yang Jing's voice was immensely icy as she uttered each word in a grave tone. A magic whip appeared in her hand, and she snaked it out at Huang Xiaolong in an apt wrist flick. Infused by Yang Jing's godforce, the magic whip in her hand roared as it turned into a demonic dragon that breathed toxic green corpse qi. Huang Xiaolong could smell a foul stench coming from the demonic dragon even before it reached him. This foul stench seemed...