Killing
編集者: Larbre Studio
Zhang Ruochen only saw Ao Xinyan. He didn't see Huang Yanchen, which got him worried. He became anxious and hostile, and he rushed toward Cobra King without hesitation. He clenched his fist, and blood Qi was let out, forming a blood-red cloud.
He wielded his palm, and the seven apertures on his palm were gleaming like seven stars.
The palm Qi was like a tornado, hitting Cobra King, making him unable to stand still.
"It's just the palm wind, but it's already so powerful. Is Zhang Ruochen still just a lower-class saint?"
Cobra King didn't dare underestimate Zhang Ruochen anymore. He mobilized the holy Qi in his body, and it rushed toward his legs and arms. Suddenly, his legs and arms turned into giant claws that breathed crimson fire.
The four fiery clouds melted the ice and formed a lake that was ten miles long and ten miles wide. The water was boiling.