On the arena.
"Xia Ping!"
Xie Anshou glared at Xia Ping. "You've actually forced me to use my hidden trump card. I have to hand it to you—you're something else. Someone like you shouldn't have been worth making me use it."
"But you've completely enraged me. This time, I'll make you suffer in a way you'll never forget. I'll wash away my humiliation with your blood."
His eyes burned with fury. Xie Anshou was a peak ninth-stage Martial Master, a freak who had bathed in Dragon Blood. He was countless times stronger than the others.
He should have been able to deal with a mere seventh-stage Martial Master junior with ease.
And yet he'd been forced to use his hidden treasure. To him, this was an enormous humiliation, a disgrace that left him with no face to show.
The more he thought about it, the more he hated Xia Ping. He had to crush him completely if he wanted to salvage his pride.
Xie Anshou circulated his true essence and poured it into the gauntlets. The runes on them immediately flared, releasing a terrifying Flood Dragon aura. A deafening roar seemed to shake the heavens and earth, making the spectators' blood boil. It was a pressure that struck at the soul—one that even the energy barrier couldn't block.
The king-grade, top-tier martial skill, Dragon Binding Hand!
At that moment, Xie Anshou's entire body shimmered, seemingly wrapped in a surging mass of true essence. The air behind him twisted, and a gigantic Flood Dragon took shape, soaring through the sky.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!!
In an instant, countless fist shadows appeared in midair. Each one solidified as if it were a Flood Dragon's strike, carrying the terrifying power to move mountains and fill seas, and the force to destroy the world.
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