As the massive Wind Dragon descended upon him, Ning Jiang's expression remained utterly calm. He clenched his fist, and boundless lightning surged from his body, gathering into his hand.
"Thunder Dragon Fist."
The next moment, he threw a world-shaking punch.
A massive Thunder Dragon lunged forth with a heaven-shaking roar. Its body was a tapestry of interwoven lightning, its Dragon Scales vivid and lifelike. Compared to this Thunder Dragon, Hua Feiyu's Wind Dragon was a pale imitation; the difference was obvious to any keen observer.
"That's the move."
Meng Tianyu's pupils contracted sharply. He clearly remembered that when Ning Jiang had saved him, a single one of these punches heralded the fall of an Earth Martial Realm expert.
BOOM.
