The battle ended quicker than Carson Flores had imagined.
One move!
The exchange between Flowing Cloud and the white-haired elder was but a single move, leaving a gigantic hole in the sky.
The white-haired elder's blood scattered across the sky, and one of his arms exploded into a mist of blood; he then fled using blood magic, disappearing in an instant.
Flowing Cloud did not chase after him, scoffing coldly: "Rat, to think you dare assume Dragon Mountain has no one."
Carson Flores was amazed, feeling deeply shaken.
No wonder Flowing Cloud was so confident, even eager for their return; his strength is truly exceptional.
Being the master of Profound River and belonging to the same generation of sect as Floating Cloud of Dragon Cloud Mountain, Flowing Cloud must be a top-tier powerhouse of Wuling Mountain, a true big shot.
"Senior is formidable!"
