There were no fluctuations of Soul Power, no martial soul manifestation!
There was only the simplest, most direct, most brutal side kick!
"Boom—!"
A dull, bone-chilling roar!
Accompanied by a shrill scream:
"Aah—!"
Light Dragon's burly body was like someone struck by a speeding soul train.
He flew straight backward like a ragged sack!
He slammed hard onto the street seven or eight meters away. With a thud, he passed out without even a groan!
White foam seeped from the corner of his mouth.
It had all happened in the blink of an eye!
The vicious grins on the two little thugs Light Dragon had brought froze instantly, turning into boundless terror!
They looked at the cold, calm youth standing at the shop entrance, then at their unconscious boss in the distance. Their wits scattered, and their legs shook like sieves!
Bai Lin swept them a cold glance.
Over the past three months of coexisting with Hei Lin, he had gradually learned how to intimidate petty scoundrels with the coldest expressions and gaze.
A faint, invisible pressure originating from the Golden Dragon King's power spread through the air.
"Get lost."
Bai Lin's voice was not loud, yet it pierced to the bone like an ice pick.
"If you come causing trouble again..."
He paused, his gaze like tangible blades scraping across the two of them. "It won't be this simple next time."
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Spare us, Big Brother!"
"We'll never dare again!"
"Never again!"
The two little thugs fled in utter panic, agreeing again and again. They scrambled over to Light Dragon, clumsily hauled him up, and ran away without looking back, as if some prehistoric beast were chasing them.
"Good!"
"Well done!"
"You're incredible, young man!"
"Someone finally dealt with those bastards!"
The vendors who had long been