"Damn it, is there something special inside you that swallowed up my Fire Snake Dance?"
Huo Lang gnashed his teeth and roared angrily, while Ye Ling merely smiled slightly.
"Huo Lang, your Fire Snake Dance is indeed powerful; it's a pity though, that you encountered me. It's destined that your Fire Snake Dance will only meet its doom."
"Whoosh!"
Ye Ling's figure flashed, and he rushed out again; the dragon-shaped phantom also immediately emerged behind him, and at that moment, his strength skyrocketed completely.
Golden light continuously burst out from within Ye Ling, the golden radiance condensing incessantly, eventually forming into a golden greatsword that covered the sky and obscured the sun!
The golden greatsword spanned the void, a terrifying fierce aura continuously emanating from it.
"What... what martial technique is this!"
"It has such terrifying power!"
