Fierce Battle

Fierce Battle

Even those strange beasts had been controlled into something like a well-trained army.

Three beasts bit down on one person at a time. The Long family simply could not hold them off.

The unleashed abilities emerged one after another, turning the scene into a grand fireworks festival.

Except the red fireworks were blood!

Quan Jiafu, president of the Mysterious Lion Society, had been weaving through the crowd, his movements agile.

Every leap and charge was accompanied by powerful surges of aura.

His bulging muscles flexed as he swung his enormous fists. The wind from his punches howled, each blow seeming to carry the force of a thousand jun.

His target had always been Shen Wuxiao, who was slaughtering people freely amid the crowd.

But just as he was about to approach, a graceful figure landed at his side.

She looked frail enough to be blown over by the wind, yet she was terrifying enough to scare a person to death.

Quan Jiafu considered himself someone of standing in the martial arts world, yet he could not contend with her in the slightest.

Her sword edge danced, and scarlet threads swept out from its tip.

She clashed with Quan Jiafu.

Their true essence collided, producing sizzling sounds.

The surrounding air seemed to ignite, growing scorching hot.

Yun Zhiyi was always clean and decisive. As her scarlet sword edge flashed, Quan Jiafu, unable to resist in time, had his head sent flying.

No one knew how many of the arriving experts Yun Zhiyi had slain.

Jiang Huaiyue was likewise among the crowd, her graceful figure like a butterfly dancing through the air.

Yet her attacks were exceedingly vicious.

She held a flexible sword in her hand, its blade weaving through the crowd like a spirit serpent.

Wherever the sword went,