"Ah!!!"
Severely injured by a strike of Inner Strength, his head knocked askew, Protector-General Song let out a roar unlike his previous demeanor. He raised his hand, adjusted his head back straight, and with blood-red eyes, he said to Hang Mofeng, "By the decree of the Imperial Court, the Tiger Talisman, come!"
"Never!"
Hang Mofeng shuddered, something seemed to be fiercely struggling within his chest, yearning to burst forth, yet he forcefully suppressed it with his cultivation level. This young general said gravely, "You do not represent the Imperial Court, Protector-General Song. If you continue to be deluded, I will surely report you!"
"Enough of your nonsense, hand it over!"
Protector-General Song had already become enraged, an indescribable and mysterious profundity radiating around him, an aura invisible to the common eye, but for An Jing, who was preparing for a second wave of attacks, this aura was unmistakably clear.
"Dragon Qi?!"
