Domineering

Indeed, this was the only thought left in Lü Ren's mind.

What an overwhelmingly powerful martial art—what a domineering martial art. It carried the terrifying Artistic Conception of controlling heaven and earth, devouring all things. Its Divine Essence was peerless, its might unmatched beneath the heavens.

Of course, even more terrifying was Duàn Yì, who had unleashed this martial art. He gave Lü Ren almost the same feeling as facing his master in person—no, he was even more terrifying and frightening than his master.

Because no matter what, his master would never reveal Killing Intent toward him.

In reality, the true qi that had been condensed and razor-sharp within Lü Ren's body suddenly collapsed for no reason. His limbs, once strong and powerful, turned limp and weak, while the saber in his hand fell to the ground with a clang.

He simply could not block Duàn Yì's Cloud Dragon Grasp. A ferocious, incomparably powerful suction force directly dragged him into Duàn Yì's hand.

He let out a muffled whimper, his tongue lolling out. His face was twisted with terror, and flushed blood-red from the suffocating sensation of having his throat gripped. Together with the helpless writhing and struggling of his body, he looked all the more small and helpless.

The dignified Blood Conquest Saber Successor of Hedong, a young hero of considerable renown, could not even withstand a single move from Duàn Yì and instead displayed such weakness. This truly shattered the expectations of countless onlookers.

Duàn Yì's gaze was cold and clear. His hand gripped Lü Ren's throat as he lifted him into the air with one arm.

Though Lü Ren weighed nearly one hundred and forty jin, to Duàn Yì, who cultivated the esoteric Dragon Elephant Prajna Skill, it was no more than a piece of cake.

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