A majestic figure stood there, his presence boundlessly domineering, vast enough to swallow thousands of miles.
It was the Flood Dragon King.
"I'd advise you all to attack me together, just to save yourselves the humiliation," Ning Jiang said, shaking his head. His indifferent gaze seemed to look right through the Flood Dragon King, as if he wasn't even there.
The Flood Dragon King's brow twitched. He wasted no more words. With a Dragon Walk and Tiger Stride, he advanced on Ning Jiang.
He, too, had been young once. He carried a deep-seated pride and believed himself second to none. He wanted to see just how much stronger Ning Jiang, who had cleared the Ninth Floor of the Linglong Tower, was compared to him, who had only reached the eighth.
"Ning Jiang, face my fist!"
BOOM.
The Flood Dragon King threw a punch, and the air detonated. The blow was utterly domineering, carrying with it a Heaven and Earth Shattering intent that threatened to pulverize everything in its path.
