Lin Taichu sneered coldly and walked over, looking at him. "Han Yang, I'll give you a choice now. Kneel and beg me for mercy, and I might consider leaving your corpse intact."
Hearing this, Han Yang opened his eyes and coldly swept him a glance.
Lin Taichu snorted. "It seems you refuse a toast only to drink a forfeit. In that case, don't blame me for showing no mercy!"
Han Yang rose to his feet, stared at him, and suddenly shouted, "Enough nonsense. If you want to fight, then come!"
After saying that, he lunged forward again.
A vicious smile curled at Lin Taichu's lips. With a flash, he appeared before Han Yang, the purple blade in his hand slashing without hesitation toward Han Yang's head.
A cold gleam flashed through Han Yang's eyes. He abruptly retreated, dodging Lin Taichu's strike.
At the same time, he thrust out his left palm and struck at Lin Taichu.
This move was his Five Elements Dragon Claw Hand.
And this time, he used all his strength.
He knew this was a life-or-death moment. He had to go all out.
"Boy, do you think you still have a chance? Your Five Elements Dragon Claw Hand cannot harm me at all," Lin Taichu shouted coldly.
As he spoke, an incomparably dazzling golden light suddenly burst from his body. It condensed into a golden dragon phantom and roared toward Han Yang.
The golden dragon phantom was extraordinarily majestic and lifelike, as though it were a living creature.
The instant it appeared, surging waves of force rose around them.
That aura made Han Yang's expression change drastically.
The Five Elements Dragon Claw Hand instantly collapsed. Han Yang himself was blasted more than ten steps back by the terrifying aura. He spat out a mouthful of blood, fear