Just when Shao Zifeng was about to draw his sword, a massive rock with a booming noise smashed into the face of the infected dragon, splattering a large amount of disgusting slime. The purple-black dragon flame instantly veered off course, blasting towards the dilapidated protective barrier at the edge of the arena.
The dragon, enraged, turned its head, and just as it was about to vent its fury with a roar, several more massive rocks with booming noises came flying, hitting it repeatedly.
Shattered stone exploded in all directions, and the dragon's body swayed uncontrollably from the impacts until it finally fell into the magma, stirring up a great swath of crimson lava.
The sudden attack interrupted Shao Zifeng's plan. Lingling's skirt, flustered by the blast of air, slowly settled back down, and a few dimly glowing Star Crystals suspended behind it.
"For a chance to show off like this, our Imperial College sure won't miss out."
