The disciples of the Cold Sword Immortal Sect huddled within the formation, each with a drastically changed expression.,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.,Having provoked such a powerful true dragon, the sect has reached a point of life and death. It can no longer afford to worry about face.。