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Boom!
Boom!
The sound of thunder roared, shaking the surface of the Jiang.
The Blood Dragon undulated and rose, baring its fangs and brandishing its claws, gliding through the sky.
For a moment, the people on the Jiang couldn't distinguish if the river's crimson was caused by the setting sun, or by someone seated high above, breaking through to a higher realm.
The young masters gaped.
They were not inexperienced country bumpkins who had never seen military signals using Wolf Smoke or Hunting Tiger, yet they had never known that breaking through could be so imposing!
Xu Zishuai took three steps back, extended his thumb, and measured. At the Yellow State Great Hunting Tournament, Liang Qu's blood smoke reached over thirty yards high. Now, measuring again, it was nearly double that—over fifty!
His junior brother must truly be a divine being!
Countless ships gathered around to watch, craning their necks in curiosity.
