The Red Demon's long hair still fluttered gently in the breeze on the left, unaffected by his barbaric sitting posture.
Seeing this, Cangsheng felt a coldness in his heart despite not being arrogant, even after Yue Shuang and the others.
"Great Dragon, the dragon soars in the sky!"
He took a big swig of wine and suddenly leapt from his seat. At the same time, the wooden spear in his hand transformed into a light shadow, like a dragon winding through the air.
With a roar, the shadow of the spear split into two parts, one after another, in a moment twisting into two sharp fangs, resembling a dragon's mouth, the dragon's body swinging, directly biting toward the head of the black-clad youth.
The young black man grunted, "A worm is just a trick!"
As he spoke, his left foot pressed heavily on the broken iron back.
"Boom."
Ao Cangsheng's deep voice felt the earth tremble suddenly beneath his feet, as if it was about to break.
