0882: The Man Who Roped a Qilin! Out of Range!

Roar!!

A furious roar crazily echoed through the crisscrossing passages of Lingyun Cave, resounding to the heavens.

The roar was filled with pain and rage, yet its violent aura only grew stronger.

What did it feel like to take Xiao Feng's Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms to the face while he was in the destruction state of Adamantine Body Cultivation?

No one in the entire martial world had ever received such treatment.

Even Jiang Dali, whose external cultivation had made him impervious to blades and spears, would not dare use his relatively vulnerable handsome face to withstand Xiao Feng's supremely hard and yang Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms.

The tremendous soundwaves turned into layer upon layer of shockwaves within the cave, while shattered Fire Qilin scales danced through the cavern alongside blood.

At that moment, the enraged Fire Qilin, its facial scales shattered and tears even welling in its eyes, was utterly furious. The flames around its body surged as though oil had been poured onto a fire. With a stomp of its four hooves, it completely went berserk, transforming into a massive fireball and charging wildly forward.

"Ugh-ha!!"

Jiang Dali roared, the muscles in his arms bulging as he fiercely grabbed the bull-like tail that resembled a burning iron chain. Yet he could not stop it at all.

With a boom, his feet were violently torn from the shattered stone floor. Following the Fire Qilin, which had become a massive fireball, he hurtled toward the suddenly pale-faced Xiao Feng.

Boom!!—

Brilliant crimson flames instantly filled the passage.

"Come!!"

Xiao Feng let out another long howl and swept his hands forward. Two thick dragon-shaped vortices gathered in the air, forming streams of dragon-shaped qi force. In his destruction state, his momentum only rose rather than fell.

The essence of the Eighteen Dragon