"Oh, quite a temper! Are all Rakshasa like this?"
Shen Xuan displayed a malevolent smile.
Before his voice had faded, his right arm reached out.
In an instant, his palm was covered in hard dragon scales intertwined in green and red. His five fingers flexed, joints crackling, as his entire arm swelled up, accompanied by a fierce gang wind, striking straight at the Rakshasa man's demonic face!
"Arrogant!"
When had the male Rakshasa ever been so provoked?
His blood-red eyes widened in anger, and the black demonic qi around him erupted violently!
The twisted demon blade in his hand let out a shrill whistle, gathering a dazzling ferocious light, and with all his magic power, he cut down violently.
He was going to sever this human's arm, who didn't know the immensity of heaven and earth!
The next moment.
"Boom!"
The dull boom of gold and iron clashing against a mountain!
The demon blade struck the dragon-scaled hand, bursting into a blinding trail of sparks.
