The brilliant glow illuminated the entire realm of opportunity.
Golden light layered thick like waves of the sea.
Purple rays soared magnificently, permeating the surroundings.
The collision of two great physiques devastated the whole region beyond recognition.
In such fierce confrontation.
Long Yao'er was sent flying backward, letting out a cry of pain.
Her delicate fist was shattered, with purple-tinged blood oozing out.
"You actually made Yao'er bleed?" Long Yao'er stared at her fist, feeling a sense of absurdity.
Since birth, she had never suffered any injuries, let alone bled.
"You... you actually took my first blood, you bastard!" Long Yao'er scolded, her watery purple eyes burning with rage, almost going berserk.
She felt like an enraged little dragoness.
Jun Xiaoyao raised an eyebrow.
Although what was said is true, why does it sound kind of strange?
