"Look! There is a fifth-rank sacred beast here! Hiss! It's an Iron-Skin Red Dragon!"
When the sound came on suddenly, Mu Ling and the others turned to look in that direction. A group of a dozen male and female disciples in azure arrived, and they were taken aback to see the Iron-Skin Red Dragon lying on the ground.
"The crystal core of a fifth-rank sacred beast is a good thing!"
The man exclaimed in surprise. He climbed up and prepared to dig up the fist-sized beast crystal on top of the Iron-Skin Red Dragon's head.
"Once its hide is made into armour, no blade or spear can pierce it."
"And this..."
"Hiss!"
The people nearby were stunned when they heard a loud gasp. When everyone looked up, they saw the male disciple who had climbed up to dig the Beast Crystal turn around with his hands trembling.
"Who! Who was it that hurt me in a sneaky way?"
