Fourteen
The Dragon Lion's slap landed on Liu Ming's back, and he felt as though every bone in his body was about to shatter. If he had not circulated his true essence in time to protect his vital organs, he would not have merely been seriously wounded.
Liu Ming had not lost his ability to move. He was sent flying out of the battle zone and, after climbing up from the ground, gave Lu Zhaojin a deep look before turning and limping into the pitch-black forest.
Now,
Only Lu Zhaojin and the Dragon Lion remained here. Corpses of the Liu family lay all around them, and the stench of blood stirred the Dragon Lion's bloodlust. Its eyes grew even redder, and as its gaze fell upon the small human before it, a trace of human-like mockery seemed to surface within them.
To the Dragon Lion, Lu Zhaojin's aura was somewhat weaker than Liu Ming's. Even Liu Ming had been defeated and forced to flee, so Lu Zhaojin was naturally even less of a match for it.
Even though it was injured, with Liu Ming's sword intent still restlessly surging through its body, dealing with Lu Zhaojin would be nothing more than a single bite.
With a lion's roar carrying a force of intimidation, just as it had intimidated the two Liu family members before, the Dragon Lion saw that Lu Zhaojin did not move and assumed that he had likewise been cowed. In an instant, it opened its bloody maw wide, its foul breath billowing out as it tried to bite off Lu Zhaojin's head in one mouthful.
Yet this bite struck empty air. The tremendous force of its jaws caused a dull explosive boom to ring through the void.
As though shifting forms and changing shadows, Lu Zhaojin appeared