Chapter Eight Hundred Twenty-Seven
Atop Xiaoqing Mountain.
The battle reached a fever pitch.
Two figures, their momentum like rainbows.
One figure, blood qi surging to the sky, like wolf smoke rising straight up, breaking through the snow clouds, causing even the drifting snowflakes to come to a halt.
The other figure was shrouded in a yellow glow, emitting an ancient and vast aura continuously.
The red figure was none other than the Dragon Group Leader. Each of his punches, each of his kicks, carried the overwhelming Force of Heaven and Earth, and his blood qi surged like an ocean, like a prison, his methods decisive and deadly.
Bang!
With a palm strike from the Dragon Group Leader, vital energy boiled within dozens of meters around.
A gigantic True Gang Palm Imprint recklessly slammed down towards the yellow figure, as if it were the will of the heavens suppressing mortals.
The yellow figure was Long Xiaoshan.
