Ssssizzle—
Qian Du felt as if a blazing fire were burning between her palms. Holding Li Mu Yang's hand was like gripping a huge chunk of red-hot charcoal.
Hot!
Scorching hot!
She could even smell the rich aroma of flesh being roasted, just like the five-legged lamb the imperial chefs grilled in the courtyard every autumn.
"Li Mu Yang..." Qian Du was in unbearable pain, but more than that, she was incredulous. They had been sweet-talking just moments ago, yet in the blink of an eye he had done something so insane. Had he taken her for a fool? "Stop, Li Mu Yang! What are you doing?"
"Qian Du, bear with it. There's a monster inside you. I'm going to burn it out." Li Mu Yang did not release Qian Du's hand, worried that she might wrench free with all her strength. He had even resorted to the Dragon Claw Hand.
Of course, this was the genuine Dragon Claw Hand—a supreme Dragon technique. With one grab, it could shatter stone and break metal, leaving even ghosts and gods nowhere to hide.
To slander and insult the Dragons, the people of Shenzhou had deliberately added the words "breast-grabbing" before the name of this supreme technique, turning it into an exercise known to every household, suitable for men and women, young and old. From eighty-year-old elders to eight-year-old children, everyone could use it with practiced ease.
Of course, what they mainly attacked was a certain private part of women's bodies.
How despicably shameless and vile!
"Li Mu Yang, have you gone mad? There's no monster inside me! Let go of me—let go!"
"Demon, come out and face your death!" Ignoring Qian Du's cries and struggles, Li Mu Yang continued channeling dragon energy to ignite the blazing fire in his hand.
Dragon blood