In Trapped Dragon Valley, Mr. Mule was fighting someone in the air.
A pair of mule hooves waved and he punched forwards. His muscles rose up and his black fur was like silk, filled with spiritual energy.
"I will hit you, hit you, I will fight." Mr. Mule kicked. The space around ripped open and energy wrapped around. He was fine because of his thick skin, but his opponent was in a tough spot.
One after another, the people of the Qing Family were struck by Mr. Mule's hooves and they spat out blood, falling down from the sky.
Someone wanted to catch Mr. Mule but he was just too quick. He sped across space, stood up straight like a human, and punched really swiftly.
"Damn mule!"
"We have to kill this mule."
"He is so annoying. He is messing up our formation."
"Kill, kill, kill!"
The Qing and Gold Family members hated Mr. Mule. They were planning to lay out a formation to help Qing Yao and Feng Longque suppress Qing Ling.
