Seeing the Water Dragon charging, Li Feng couldn't muster the strength to swing his sword and dissolve it, so he simply sheathed his sword and held it protectively in front of him, simultaneously shrouding himself with the Domineering Purple Flame.
Bang.
Li Feng was struck directly by the Water Dragon, then caught in its mouth and lifted into the air, flying several hundred meters before being hurled straight down from high altitude.
Bang.
The next moment, the Water Dragon slammed Li Feng into the ground, creating a pit several meters deep. Li Feng hit the ground heavily, almost coughing up a mouthful of old blood.
Subsequently, the Water Dragon disintegrated like raindrops, forming a lake in the pit.
Zeng Xingtian watched this spectacle with a cold smile, striding towards the small lake with the poise of a master, saying as he walked, "Li Feng, how did that sword taste?"
