Anfield intercepted several patrols before finally reaching the steel cage. By the bright candlelight, Xiang Mingxue tried to push open the side hall's door from the outside, but it didn't budge.
Yang Yunhan understood that the seventh and eighth forms of the Dragon Armor Divine Art, named "Earth Load Style" and "Heaven Cover Style," were hidden in an Ancient Tomb somewhere on Yin Mountain.
Lü Xuan felt a surge of force strike his Jianjing Acupoint. He gave a cold laugh inwardly. The Qi and Blood in the acupoint spun, and the force vanished without a trace.
With man and blade as one, Yang Yunhan shifted from calm and unhurried to surging through wind and waves. Like a gale rising and clouds sweeping across the sky, he swept his Dragon Sparrow Saber toward "General of the Golden Star" Li Zhongxuan.
Mengli's voice trembled. "But did you defeat him?" Long Luo replied, "I did. Why were you so foolish? You can't use that move casually." Mengli said, "I just wanted to try, to see whether A Dream Beneath the Southern Bough could imprison a Half-Step Supreme. It only lasted a short while, but I never thought it would actually work."
But in the eyes of Du Chenggong and the others, this kind of humility was practically a sign of weakness.
"The Angel Society will descend on Dark Abyss Island again in two days. We can't miss this opportunity," Li Jiang said.
The school's taekwondo club didn't have any particularly professional instructors to begin with. The moment Liu Xinghao arrived, he became the club's team captain and on-site coach without question. Besides having a place to train, he could also offer pointers to the other students.
And Zhou Yuhu understood all too well that the martial arts world had long since reached its