Zhang Xiaomeng raised his hand, and his palm struck down on the shoulder of the man in the dragon-shaped mask.
The once imposing figure of the dragon-shaped mask man was sent flying by Zhang Xiaomeng and then heavily smashed into the ground.
The ground cracked, and dust filled the air.
The area was a complete mess.
"What, just one move? He only used one move." A group of people swallowed hard, the dragon-shaped mask man was the one who had defeated the Pig Head King.
This man who appeared suddenly was so strong.
Li Muling was also shocked, her large eyes rolling around, "How is this possible, how can he be so strong?"
"Could it be, when he was holding back just now, he still hid his strength?"
Or was the dragon-shaped mask man going easy?
The dragon-shaped mask man going easy?
Clearly impossible.
Li Muling was horrified, her beautiful eyes flickering with wonder.
