The impending disaster loomed, and Azure Dragon was filled with fear. His right arm was severed by a single sword strike, blood splattering everywhere — truly terrifying. The ghastly white bones were exposed, chilling to the core.
If not for experiencing such excruciating torture firsthand, Azure Dragon would never have anticipated such a tragic situation would befall him today — it was simply unbelievable.
At this moment, he was in utter disarray, no longer caring about his image, and hurriedly knelt at the feet of Vermilion Bird, pleading, "Vermilion Bird, save me, please save me."
"Hehe."
Vermilion Bird's expression was arrogant, her contemptuous gaze swept over Azure Dragon, finding it quite amusing.
Earlier, she had tried her utmost to advise Azure Dragon, warning him not to provoke the Carefree Dao Monarch.
After all, a mighty being like the Carefree Dao Monarch would require perhaps the ancestor of the Divine Pavilion Organization to stand against him personally.
