"Taoist, your legs are trembling, you should save your life! In a moment, you'll still need to take me to Tuniu Village! As for these Souls of the Dead, although there are many of them, they're all just worthless dregs. I only need one palm strike to wipe them out!"
"These are worthless dregs? You can wipe them out with just one hand?" Sikong Tu didn't believe it and kindly reminded him, "Young man, it's okay to be a bit cocky, but you can't be courting death!"
"The ones courting death are them, not me."
After speaking, Qin Feng gathered his energy into his Dantian and pushed out a palm. A Golden Dragon, roaring like a dragon, burst forth from his palm and rushed toward the Souls of the Dead.
Seeing the Little Golden Dragon eat the Souls of the Dead one by one like a greedy snake, leaving none behind, left Sikong Tu stunned!
He looked at Qin Feng with a shocked face and asked, "Is this the Demonic Subduing Eighteen Palms? Is the move you used called Dragon Soaring in the Sky?"
