The sounds of battle shook heaven and earth.
The Juyi Plaque swayed as if it would fall at any moment.
The entire Juyi Lou was filled with rising smoke and rolling dust clouds; the stone curtains, an inch thick, shattered into powder, while the central hall's supporting pillars snapped in two.
Liang Qu stood on the second floor of the front hall, his pupils seemingly flowing with molten gold, vividly grasping the situation below.
The True Gang Qi, a towering tiger, enveloped Cheng Chong, whose surging blood Qi was vast and enveloping. His white garment, rustling with movement, seemed like the elegant fur of a roaring tiger, each step capable of toppling mountains and overturning seas.
As Gang Leaders of the Water Gang, how could Cheng Chong's strength be anything less than ten times that of the Whale Gang's Liu Jie?
