Xia Feng's neck stiffened slightly as he slowly looked down.
The muscular ridges of a pale dragon tail twinkled with barely visible light golden meridian patterns, resembling some kind of sacred scripture or curse marks, extending from the tailbone all the way to the tip, where they converged into a glossy sparkle of rose color, shining brightly red.
Whoosh— With a curved flick of the rosy tail tip, it fiercely shot towards Xia Feng's vital point, rapidly coiling upward!
"—!!" Xia Feng's dark pupils dilated then contracted.
He opened his mouth, shocked, and immediately grabbed the middle of the pale dragon tail, attempting to pull it off forcefully.
But it was futile.
His gaze stiffened as he looked up, the woman on the Divine Throne high above him, her vertical pupil like the deep abyss of paleness, narrowing into a slender slit, indifferently overlooking him.
"Let go," she commanded softly.
