With the blow landing, the field fell silent, with tens of thousands of demon soldiers looking stunned at the column of smoke rising into the sky.
If they weren't mistaken, the one stuck in the ground was their king.
How could this be?!
"How could this be?!"
The Imprisoned Dragon shakily climbed up from the debris, lightheaded and somewhat dazed.
He had taken a punch from Lu Bei that was full of Immortal Sword Intention. At one moment, his mind turned to mush. Having experienced it firsthand, the shock in his heart was far more intense than that of the small demons who were watching.
With this punch, not one of his demon generals was a match for Lu Bei.
The Imprisoned Dragon slowly rose to mid-air, his eyes wary as they settled on Lu Bei. He knew that there were many master cultivators in the human race. As a strong nation in the north, Xuanlong also had powerful individuals who could match him.
