The Stronger the Enemy, the Stronger I Will Be

Ling Han involuntarily laughed. In this world, there did not exist one person in the same cultivation level that could kill him within three moves.

This Ao Ziyun was only in the low extreme, and his aura was slightly stronger than Ling Han's, so he was either in the late stage or the peak stage.

"You are very confident. Only stepping on those like you is interesting," Ling Han said.

Ao Ziyun coldly replied, "Humph, even if you do not die within three moves, I will still teach you a lesson!" He had been enraged by Ling Han. The latter actually said he wanted to step on him. Did he even know what his status as a prince of the Black Dragon Race represented?

He moved, and delivered a palm strike. A humongous black dragon's claw immediately descended from the skies, pressing down on Ling Han. Weng, weng, weng. Multiple divine patterns appeared, interweaving into frightening black flames.