The Ten Crown King, relentless once he gained the upper hand, had, for reasons unknown, his body shimmering like colored glaze, his hand like amber, striking viciously at Er Wu Shuang's chest.
The Sound of the True Dragon roared, thunderous to the point of deafening.
It directly collapsed Er Wu Shuang's chest cavity.
"Puh..."
Er Wu Shuang's figure rapidly retreated, and from his mouth, he spit out ink-like black blood; his breathing instantly grew feeble.
His silver-white hair cascaded behind his shoulders, already messy beyond description, and at this moment, it even held a touch of ferocity.
Er Wu Shuang's eyes were gloomy, filled with shock.
The foundation of an era was actually unable to withstand a junior who had just stepped into the King's Domain, which made him unable to contain his rage.
"Ten Crown King, you really are strong, but this battle is not yet lost, and I will certainly stand at the end!" Er Wu Shuang let out a long howl.
