Upon witnessing this scene, the jaws of ordinary people dropped to the ground in shock.
Zhang Zhonghao's face turned ugly. Today, Chu Hao had killed two people. If he was allowed to rampage, where would the dignity of Longhu Mountain stand?
He formed hand seals and began chanting a spell.
ROAR!
The fierce tiger under the Golden Iron Rod stood up. Its strength was boundless. It lifted the Golden Iron Rod and pounced towards Chu Hao.
"Get lost."
With a Po Jun Fist strike, Chu Hao and the golden tiger fought ferociously.
Determined to kill Chu Hao, Zhang Zhonghao bit his tongue and sprayed a mouthful of blood from its tip onto the Longhu Seal.
Zhang Zhonghao roared, "Dragon!"
A golden dragon shadow flew out from the seal. It was a five-clawed golden dragon that soared into the sky and spewed a brilliant golden flame towards Chu Hao's location.
The intense fire burned so hot that people a hundred meters away could feel the scorching heat, not to mention the visual spectacle.
