"That Blood Dragon... wasn't just for show?"
Chen Changming was slightly stunned, a trace of surprise flashing through his eyes.
He immediately turned his palm, drawing his five fingers together into a razor-sharp palm blade, and slashed it across the Blood Dragon's head.
Bang...
The palm blade was as sharp as a peerless divine weapon. With a soft puff, the Blood Dragon's head shattered on impact, dissolving into a skyful of blood mist as its body crumbled inch by inch.
Seizing this opening, Sima Shaoyu finally caught his breath. He threw both fists forward, each one like a massive warhammer, hurtling toward Chen Changming's chest with a howling wind.
Bloodlight flickered over his fists, their power fierce and sharp.
"Still trying to put up a stubborn fight?" Chen Changming sneered coldly.
Two thick arms suddenly shot out from his back like lightning, like flood dragons bursting from the sea, and in the blink of an eye, they seized Sima Shaoyu's wrists.
These newly grown arms were even thicker and stronger than his ordinary ones. Their fingers clamped down on Sima Shaoyu's wrist bones like iron pincers, leaving him utterly unable to move.
"Behave yourself!"
At the same time, Chen Changming thrust out his right hand and heavily struck Sima Shaoyu in the chest with his palm.
This blow was far stronger than the last. Its palm force surged into his body like an undercurrent, its purpose clear—to injure him severely, cripple his fighting strength, and leave him with no power to resist.
"Save the Young Master!"
Seeing their Young Master utterly suppressed by Chen Changming without any ability to fight back, the Sima Family cultivators all felt chills run through their hearts.
Yet they could not possibly stand by and watch, could not simply watch their Young Master suffer such