"Little Xian Tail, pretend to get hurt a bit," Zhu Minglang commanded Little Jiuwei on how to take apart the Mountain Moving Dragon piece by piece, while telling the Nine-tailed Dragon to act a bit more pitifully.
The nine-tailed dragon also exhibited its spiritual wisdom. When the Mountain Moving Dragon turned to sweep across, it intentionally used its tail to send itself flying, creating the effect of having been heavily injured by the Mountain Moving Dragon's strike. Then, it crushed the fruit it had prepared in advance and held in its mouth, spitting out a mouthful of bright-red fruit pulp!
"It's almost done for!" Peng Shao was overjoyed at the sight.
The Nine-tailed Dragon belonged to a more delicate breed of dragons and couldn't withstand much damage, especially from a strength-oriented one like the Mountain Moving Dragon. Only a hit or two would usually leave it crippled!
Therefore, Peng Shao ordered the Mountain Moving Dragon to press its advantage and chase down its foe.
