Between heaven and earth, a Thunder Dragon roared and fell, illuminating the sky that was initially dark as if it were broad daylight. Under everyone's watchful eyes, it directly engulfed Li Feng in midair.
Zhou Shirong's lips curled into a sneer. "You've fallen victim to my Taoist Thunder Technique; even if your head is as hard as iron, you will surely bleed on the spot."
"Ha, let him be arrogant. This time it's all over, right? Brother Zhou's Thunder Technique is as thunderous as a small thunder calamity; even a Golden Core Late Stage would cough up three liters of blood if hit hard."
"Hmm, this Demon Clan one is too arrogant. He dared not dodge at all, indeed thinking no one could handle him."
"Needless to say, Brother Zhou is a disciple of the Three Mountains Taoist sect. His mastery of Thunder Techniques is unprecedented; for a mere Demon Clan member to be so insolent, it's a miracle he's not shattered to pieces."
