Liang Yi also noticed this point: along the way, no matter how proud their expressions or how swaggering their steps, the Blood Control Sect disciples always had injuries of varying degrees.

A little lighter, with bruised noses and swollen faces; somewhat heavier, limping as they walked.

"Do they have enemies here too?" Liang Yi couldn't help being puzzled and was curious to find someone to ask.

"It turns out that distinguished guests from the Taoist Sect have arrived. I am Xue Youqing; my disciples have been neglectful earlier, I ask you all for forgiveness!" Before Liang Yi, a figure suddenly appeared quietly before them, an old man with white hair who looked to be about seventy years old.

The old man, dressed in a blood-red robe, seemed apologetic, representing one of the rare courteous people within the Blood Control Sect. Judging by his Seventh Realm cultivation, he should be the one in charge of this place,

However, what puzzled Liang Yi and the others was that even this exceptional old man sported a green bruise on his face.

"You guys..." Liang Yi was shocked. Was there really someone who dared to provoke this gang of mad dogs from the Blood Control Sect?

Old Man Orange suddenly sniffed the air; he seemed to smell a hint of alcohol wafting over.

"This..." Just as Xue Youqing was about to explain, he too smelled the faint scent of alcohol in the air, and his complexion suddenly changed greatly.

The surrounding Blood Control Sect disciples also behaved as if facing a great enemy, their pride and arrogance instantly disappearing, suddenly turning into obedient good children.

Su Youyi curiously looked in one direction, the source of the fragrance of wine,

"Can't be, can it?"

No one was seen yet, but a spearhead appeared first. And in the instant he saw that spearhead, Liang Yi already had a rough idea of what had happened.

The spearhead gradually emerged, fully revealing its wielder—

Liu Rouxin!

Now, Liu Rouxin was seen holding the spear in one hand, her steps unsteady as she appeared before everyone.

Her face flushed, her figure wavering, her eyes hazy...

Seeing Liu Rouxin like this, Liang Yi slapped his forehead: He knew it.

Hadn't he said underage individuals shouldn't drink? Now look what's happened, eh?

Su Youyi covered her lips with her hand, seeing the now adorably cute Liu Rouxin, who was normally not seen like this, she couldn't help but feel an itch to go up and rub Sister Liu's little head.

"Hahaha, daring to be so fierce without being able to drink, serves her right, meow!" Old Man Orange was greatly amused; thinking she was so awesome when drinking earlier, turns out her tolerance is so bad.

"Some disciples said they saw the Chief running amok in the city while drunk. But after struggling to bring her back, not only did the alcohol not wear off, it seemed to make her even wilder," Xue Youqing explained to Liang Yi with a painful stroke of his beard that was missing half.

It wasn't just half of his beard missing horizontally; Liu Rouxin had neatly sheared off half from the middle.

Among the people at this Blood Control Sect place, if one couldn't beat Liu Rouxin, then they were naturally subject to a beating; and those who could beat her didn't dare harm her, which is why the disciples of the Blood Control Sect here were all injured.

Some disciples were still cowering in the corner with aggrieved expressions. To avoid that little witch, they had deliberately taken missions far from the Taoist Sect, yet how did they still not manage to dodge this beating? Surely the Abyss Fallen couldn't be more terrifying than this?

"So, Young Hero Liang, could you lend us a hand?" Xue Youqing's expression was a bit awkward, but still, she firmly asked Liang Yi for help.

Su Youyi blinked her clear eyes and glanced at Xue Youqing then surveyed the surrounding Blood Control Sect disciples; she understood that this group was afraid of Liu Rouxin's retaliation once she sobered up...

Liu Rouxin was clearly not in a mood to speak nicely now, and only some slightly violent methods could calm her down. However, the consequence would be a hundred percent chance of harboring a grudge.

In her mind, Liu Rouxin already pictured herself baring her tiny tiger teeth with an evil grin, clutching a long spear, and preparing for a reckoning in the autumn.

"This is not a problem..." Liang Yi shrugged his shoulders. If they could get Liu Rouxin to wake up sooner and set out quickly, and also secure a favor from the Blood Control Sect, then he was naturally willing to help.

"Mr. Orange, go for it!" Liang Yi glanced at Mr. Orange who was still laughing at Liu Rouxin from his shoulder, and couldn't help but smirk as he spoke.

"Go for what?" Mr. Orange was somewhat baffled and didn't catch on at first.

"At this moment if you make your move, you won't be blamed, right? Don't you ever want to beat her up?" Liang Yi looked at Mr. Orange with an "I needn't remind you of this" gaze, as if it was strange for him not to understand.

"Ssss, that's reasonable, meow..." After briefly pondering, Mr. Orange remembered Liu Rouxin's overbearing and arrogant manner, her tiny tiger teeth exposed as she mocked him, and suddenly found the proposal somewhat tempting.

"So that's why. This chance won't come again; go for it!" Liang Yi, seeing that his persuasion was almost complete, heartlessly hurled the still somewhat puzzled Mr. Orange straight towards Liu Rouxin.

Seeing an unidentified object flying towards her, a still groggy Liu Rouxin didn't hesitate to thrust her spear, which scared Mr. Orange into performing a 360-degree spin in mid-air to dodge the attack, but still, his fur was brushed off by the rapidly striking spear tip.

"I'm going bald! I'm going bald! Your highness will become bald, meow!" Mr. Orange looked pitifully at the cat fur slowly drifting in the air.

Though taken by surprise, Mr. Orange was no pushover and didn't say another word before he showed his claws.

Since it wasn't a fight to the death, Mr. Orange didn't enter his battle form and instead tangled with Liu Rouxin in his orange cat form.

His smaller size gave him peerless speed, and coupled with Mr. Orange's uniquely indestructible claws, he darted through the void like a bolt of yellow lightning!

Power and speed, both A-grade Mr. Orange!

But Liu Rouxin's fighting ability in her drunken state didn't decline; instead, it seemed to have climbed even higher. The long spear in her hand appeared to swing randomly, yet every thrust precisely parried Mr. Orange's claw strikes.

The more furiously Liu Rouxin swung her blood-red spear, the faster it became. When it reached its peak, to the onlookers, it completely turned into a vigorous red True Dragon, the sound of it slicing through the air like a dragon roar, and every time the spear tip darted out, it resembled the ferocious pounce of a True Dragon!

And Liu Rouxin was the one wielding the True Dragon!

"That spear... it actually contains the soul of a True Dragon?" Zhou Yuqing observed the changes in the scene with a flicker of surprise in her eyes, somewhat unexpectedly.

After all, the True Dragon species was supposed to have been completely extinct since the First Epoch. Most that are called dragons nowadays are merely beasts with a trace of True Dragon bloodline.

"It's not just the soul of a True Dragon. The spear shaft is made from the spine of a True Dragon, the scale patterns on the shaft are the reverse scales of a True Dragon, and the spear tip is fashioned from the sharpest tooth of a True Dragon." Liang Yi felt the vast oppressive force emanating from the spear, that was the unparalleled might of what once was the sovereign of the Demon Clan.