The fist was covered with three layers of black dragon scales, and Wu Qi deliberately erected the outermost layer. For a moment, it consequentially seemed as if dozens of blades were sticking up on his fist. Before the burly man's palms could touch his shoulders, Wu Qi slammed the fist heavily on his chest. As hard and sharp as they were, the scales tore through the man's armor, allowing the fist to smash onto his body. When inside, the scales vibrated at high speed, ripping his heart to pieces.
Then, the fist came out of the man's back, the scales soaked with blood as they greedily suck his blood essence. Wu Qi had silently exercised the Inferno Hell Fiend Scripture, and was crazily drawing the man's blood essence and feeding them to his dragon scales, making them tougher.
