Elder Bai Qingshui clenched both hands around his weapon and bared his teeth.
"You bone-chewing piece of scaled dog meat! I knew it was you!"
"Come up here and die properly this time, you rotten red bastard!"
A terrifying roar erupted from the sea.
It was wet and ugly. A deep, warbling GLRRRRAAAA that sounded halfway between a crocodile drowning and a flute breaking.
The Crimson Bone Barracuda thrashed beneath the waves.
Its blood-colored eyes locked onto Bai Qingshui with instinctual hatred, maw lined with dagger-length teeth, thick bone fins slicing up through the water like blades.
Far, far away -
Two figures were already flying in the opposite direction.
Lin Yijun blinked.
Then blinked again.
"Did… Did Elder Bai just call a demonic beast 'scaled dog meat' and challenge it to a one-on-one fight?"
Xiao Lianfeng's jaw was slightly open. "I thought we were here for a formation ritual."
It was the first time they'd seen Elder Bai Quisheng crash out like this.
