Suddenly, he roared in fury, "Xiao Qiang, you forced my hand."
Flowering Dragon, Poisoning the Sky!
The sky changed colors instantly, the myriad of flowers all revealed a hint of black as a huge vortex formed in the void.
Tang Han pointed one hand to the sky and the other to the ground.
Terrible winds blew from all directions, compressing the sea of flowers with great force. A black thunderbolt crashed down, and the vortex exploded at the same time, forming a stunningly gorgeous red wind dragon in the void.
There was neither joy nor sorrow in Tang Han's eyes, as if he were an old monk in deep meditation, but the middle finger of his right hand, which pointed to the sky, slowly descended, aimed directly at where Xiao Qiang was.
"No mercy in killing!"
The flowers were so beautiful and their fragrance so sweet, yet they concealed an unparalleled horror of killing intent.
"Be careful!" In the Tang Sect's main hall, Tang Youyou suddenly stood up.
