The dragon moves like a tiger, charging forward.
Amidst the continuous dragon chants, the surrounding purple mist was cleaved apart.
The dazzling fist peak made the heavens and earth lose their color.
Clang!
A deafening collision sound came.
A graceful figure holding an ancient mirror staggered backward.
At this moment, the purple-haired woman had already lost her initial dominance.
Her complexion was pale, her purple hair disheveled, and her hand holding the ancient mirror trembled continuously, as blood dripped from the base of her palm.
A pair of eyes, clear as autumn water, stared at Liang Hui who was close at hand.
Only by facing the youth could she know how truly powerful he was.
You should know that the ancient mirror in her hand was a True Realization-level magic artifact, which had almost been shattered to death just now.
Chant!
The Azure Dragon crashed forward, and the endless azure light filled her vision.
