Roar!!!
The mist-like vapor over the Huai River surface stirred, as the Red Tiger's furious roar swept across the skies.
The Flying Dragon exploded, and a figure was sent flying.
Blood splattered like fog over the river surface, as a lean and muscular middle-aged man crashed into the river, rolling several times.
Everyone widened their eyes in shock, utterly astonished.
Especially the Flying Dragon Master and several others in mid-air.
"How is this possible?"
They looked on in disbelief, watching as the blood splatter on the river surface spread over ten meters, gradually sinking to the riverbed.
Struggling to stand, Lu Xinglong barely managed to arrest his momentum, his previous arrogance and confidence nowhere to be seen.
Instead, his eyes were filled with bloodshot disbelief, staring down.
Drip!
Drip!
Blood welled up from his chest, where a fist-sized bloody hole had appeared.
The charred flesh revealed blackened tissues, the broken bone causing immense pain.
