"Leave!" Just as the two giant fists were about to hit him, Xin Yun suddenly shouted, and in an instant... Yinglong's right claw separated from his shoulder, and Yinglong swiftly retreated. At the same time, the Great Mud Dragon's massive fist collided with the space in front of his chest. If Yinglong had been even a fraction slower, his head might have been smashed to pieces.
Although Yinglong himself did not fear such an attack, even if his head were shattered, he could instantly regenerate. But one must not forget that Xin Yun was currently standing on Yinglong's head. If the dragon's head were crushed, Xin Yun's body would also be smashed to a pulp. If the man died, Yinglong naturally could not continue to exist.
