"What opportunity? You'll know after we fight!"
"Know first, then fight!"
"Quit yammering! Let me ask you one thing: do you want it or not?"
"What opportunity?"
"Do you want it or not!"
His voice boomed like a great bell and Da Lu.
The Dragon Elephant Martial Saint was resplendent and imposing.
Liang Qu's eyes flickered as he clenched his teeth.
"I do!"
"Good!"
Gang wind surged, and his breath became a sword.
Zhang Longxiang's eyes sank deep as the sea. Lightning coiled around his fist as he seized hold of heaven and earth within a radius, twisted his body, and thrust out his palm!
His long hair whipped wildly, his golden eyes blazing.
Liang Qu's heart hammered madly in his chest as the fist shadow grew from small to vast.
Liang Qu's thoughts were a jumbled mess. He had no idea what was happening, but from this punch of Dragon Elephant's, he sensed an unprecedented deadly crisis! Instinctively, he tried to dodge, but there was nowhere to dodge. The entire space had been clenched shut. The fist bones rose like mountains; from the instant Zhang Longxiang's punch appeared, it had already become a punch decreed by fate! Whoosh! His pupils shrank to pinpoints, trembling violently.
The scene around him suddenly changed, becoming like an overexposed orange glow. The stench of blood assaulted his nostrils! It was no longer the Hanging Great Temple, no longer a sacred Buddhist site, no longer late-spring Grain Rain amid verdant Green Mountain. It was a battlefield—a black-soil battlefield drenched in human blood. A blazing sun hung overhead, searing through flesh and skin into his five viscera and six bowels, until at last a wisp of scorched black smoke crawled out from his throat.
Long River Blood Plains? Liang Qu narrowed his eyes as he