Feeling the immense force transmitted through his hands, Kong Xing could only feel his bones groaning in protest, his complexion turning bitter.
"I've trained in the Dragon Claw Hand, and now you actually have me grappling with a dragon!"
But now, in this arena, he had become one of the taller figures, and even with his palms feeling numb, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and face the challenge.
Fortunately, Tao Yu did not choose to detonate the Blood Dragon Gang Qi all at once, and with Kong Xing's skill, he was just barely able to entangle one, with attacks and counterattacks.
However, a powerhouse like King Golden Wheel barely survived facing three Blood Dragons, and even after recuperating for a month or two, he still hadn't fully recovered.
The only ones here worthy of mention were the divine monks of the Shaolin 'Kong' generation, Song Yuanqiao, and the nun wielding the Heavenly Sword.
