"So what if you have the Ten Evil Treasured Techniques? Do you really believe you're invincible just because you have the True Dragon Skills?!"
The bald-headed young man half-closed his eyes, sneered coldly, and his barrage kept hammering without decreasing an inch. A silver glow in his hand acted brightly, as if he were gripping an ancient star, shooting out thousands of rays of light, enveloping him entirely.
The Ten Evil Treasured Techniques are indeed outstanding, but the technique he's using is not simple either.
"Boom!"
Fist collided with palm, tearing through the air.
A muffled sound echoed painfully.
It was just like two solid metals striking each other.
The next moment.
A visible shockwave erupted from where the two had clashed, rapidly sweeping in all directions. In an instant, countless colossal boulders were reduced to speckles of dust, and the ground was abruptly cupped, forming a vast abyss.
Then immediately, an extremely miserable scream was heard.
