Dragon Qi, How Does He Have Dragon Qi!!

The golden palm that the phantom brought down swallowed Meng Yutong and Lin Heng whole.

"Hahaha, useless. The sages of our Literary Path were existences who led an entire era, and the radiance of the Literary Path's golden age crushed all orthodoxies!" Seeing this, those young men began to boast.

"Aaaah!"

The moment the words left his mouth, a scream came from among the three of them. Xiao Lan took advantage of their inattention, ran behind one of them, and bit down hard on his butt, tearing off a chunk of flesh by force. The pain made the man's body twitch, and he collapsed to the ground, rolling nonstop.

"You beast, you dare launch a sneak attack..."

"You're courting death!"

Just as the people below were fighting Xiao Lan, a soft, puzzled "hm" came from the void.

"This... how... is this possible?" Sun Chongzhi stared down in shock. Along with the huge phantom, his entire person froze completely.

Lin Heng was standing in front of Meng Yutong. His Golden Body was exposed, dyed a dark red as if burned by fire, his hair in disarray, every lock blazing like dry firewood.

An ordinary person, or even an ordinary Golden Core Cultivator, facing this strike would have been lucky to leave behind an intact corpse, let alone withstand it. Yet Lin Heng was still standing on the ground.

Meng Yutong, who had fallen sitting on the ground, raised her head and looked at the back before her. For a moment, she was so shocked she could not speak. So he had taken that strike head-on?

"It's nothing much." Lin Heng coughed lightly. A few drops of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth. After wiping them clean, he shut his eyes tight and took a deep breath.

"Arrogant! You're already