Xiao Chen's muscles bulged all over his body, moving like a dragon, his veins ticking like a ticking clock, and he pointed his Dark Blood War Spear at the sky before smashing it forward. Thump!
The Xuan She Elder retreated tens of feet, spat out a stream of blood from his mouth, his face turned pale without a trace of blood, and looked in terror at the young man in front of him. He was dishevelled, but his every move was as steady as a mountain. His eyes were as deep as a vortex, filled with a murderous intent that made the elder shake uncontrollably. His weapon-holding arms emitted a light blue glow, his muscles twisted like a Qiu Dragon, containing supreme power that gave an oppressive feeling.
