Even though Lu Xiaotian had already seen through the Dragon-Seal Cult Hierarch's intentions—to use the Evil-Blood Zhu Yan to grievously wound Jin Tong and weaken one of his strongest arms—Lu Xiaotian had no intention of lending Jin Tong a hand.
If he didn't knock this fellow down a peg, it would be difficult to put him in a key position in the battles to come.
Wild dragon roars rang without end. As Jin Tong swung his twin hammers, they whipped up dragon shadows amid wind and thunder. For a time, his might seemed to blot out the heavens.
The Evil-Blood Zhu Yan, however, didn't rush to meet him head-on. After dodging Jin Tong's first few attacks and seeing his momentum begin to wane, a murderous glint flashed in the Evil-Blood Zhu Yan's eyes from within a streak of blood.
The other's Raging Dragon body was indeed exceptionally powerful. Even though his cultivation was clearly higher, he still couldn't do anything to Jin Tong in the short term when the fellow let loose like this.
Still, the Evil-Blood Zhu Yan found Jin Tong rather irksome. Having avoided his opponent while his momentum was at its peak, he no longer wanted to hold back.
Roar! Four furious howls drowned out even the wind-and-thunder dragon cries for a moment. The countless blood shadows filling the grand formation suddenly merged, transforming into four Zhu Yan.
The Zhu Yan that took shape had unusually rugged upper bodies, so rugged they looked a little bulky.
Their bulging chests and backs, along with their arms, seemed filled with explosive power. But this wasn't the ordinary brute strength of common folk; it was accumulated law power.
The four Zhu Yan attacked at once from different directions, their sharp claws reaching for Jin Tong's vital points.
Jin Tong swung