A Third-Grade Saint Beast Was Like a Lost Dog Under Her Feet

Watching the flying silver wolf pounce towards her, Gu Qingluan subtly tugged at her lips, revealing a cold and disdainful smile.

The flying silver wolf arrived in an instant, slashing its sharp claws.

It was known for its speed, even faster than many fifth-grade saint beasts.

However, Gu Qingluan remained calm and composed. Just as it was about to strike her, she gracefully landed on the wolf's back.

The onlookers were left in astonishment, mouths agape.

Some wanted to rub their eyes to check if it was an illusion, but they also didn't want to miss any of the breathtaking moments.

Such high-level martial duels were exceedingly rare.

The flying silver wolf, with its advantage in speed, couldn't gain any upper hand against the woman in white. It was simply unbelievable! How powerful this woman must be!

Being ridden on its back was an absolute humiliation for the flying silver wolf!