Stricken by the Siamese Ghost Smoke and the Dragon Saliva Needle at the same time, the Horned Flood Dragon suddenly couldn't move.
Its body flashed with light, and it gradually shrank. The Horned Flood Dragon, originally five to six meters long and half a meter thick, transformed into a Puppet Beast the size of a small dog.
After reverting to its original form, a clang was heard as something fell off the Horned Flood Dragon—it was the golden sword.
"What is this?" Ye Lingyue finally realized that this Horned Flood Dragon was fake.
"Ah, my Little Jiao." Just as Ye Lingyue was on guard, a short figure scampered out like a mouse from one side.
It was an old man who looked like a child; he was very short, standing only as tall as Ye Lingyue's chin, but his age was quite advanced.
The wrinkles on his face crisscrossed like gullies and ravines.
The old man sprung out and opened up the back of the Horned Flood Dragon, peeking inside.
