Tu Wan brought his foot down hard.
But strangely, there was no sensation of his foot touching solid ground. Instead, his body suddenly felt lighter for no reason, and his entire figure abruptly rose half a body-length.
Tu Wan lowered his head in utter astonishment and discovered that he was floating in midair. Below him, the bearded man who should have been crushed to death like a little ant was still alive and well. What was going on?
Yet in the eyes of the two-headed Dragon Head Gu Ang, the beautiful queen Ten-Thousand Bone Crisp, and the others, they saw something even more astonishing.
That "Demon Dragon," whose attitude was a hundred times cockier than even the arrogant man with the haughty face, had merely extended one index finger and stopped Tu Wan's absolutely lethal, furious Trample. The five-meter-tall golden Divine Rank giant had been held up with effortless ease. His movement was so free and graceful, as though a master painter at the height of his brilliance were about to lift his brush and, with a uniquely inspired style, paint a reflection of his inner world—calm and unhurried.
Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes.
Had it not happened before everyone's eyes.
They would never have believed it was real.
Just like that, everyone stood frozen and dumbfounded for three seconds. Heaven and earth fell silent, and no one knew what they ought to say in a situation like this.
However.
The awkward scene was immediately shattered.
Tu Wan, who had been standing high above them just moments ago, suddenly performed a headfirst plunge.
Head down and feet up, his entire body crashed into the ground outside the Blood-Red Altar with a thud, leaving only his two huge soles sticking up into the air. Perhaps Demon Dragon