"Everyone, let's work together! Whoever slays it will become the master of the Cold Sword Immortal Sect!",A disdainful flash crossed Xiaoqing's eyes. Her massive dragon claw tore at the Constrictor Net with a gentle rip, shattering it into pieces and offering no resistance whatsoever.,If this continues, not only will you not be able to obtain the enemy's dragon blood, but your own life and even your sect may be at risk.。