"Dragon simp! Are you running out of steam? Why are you slowing down?"
"Du Busi, don't get so cocky! Watch me smash that scrap metal of yours to pieces!"
"Try it if you've got the guts!"
Bang!
After dodging several Soul Cannon shells in succession, Long Xiaoyao slipped up.
One careless mistake.
Du Busi's fist slammed into his face.
His face, rosy as a baby's, crumpled under the blow, and he plunged into the mountainside like a cannonball.
Long Xiaoyao flew out of the mountain and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm.
He stared gravely at Du Busi.
"Dark Holy Dragon Avatar!"
Black points of light abruptly erupted from his entire body.
A Dark Holy Dragon phantom circled through the sky before sinking into him.
But he did not do what he had done last time.
He did not transform his entire body into a hundred-meter-long black dragon.
After all, he had suffered dearly for that before!
"Du Busi! Today, I'll show you the true strength of the Dragon Emperor Douluo!"
As his words fell,
Long Xiaoyao stepped forward, closing in on Du Busi like a ghost.
He launched a barrage of attacks.
Du Busi's expression shifted slightly as he took a punch head-on. "You old bastard. You were still holding back."
The two exchanged another punch.
In this contest of strength, Du Busi was clearly at a slight disadvantage.
On a mountaintop,
Zhang Peng, Crow, Abomination, and Wanhun arrived after finishing their ambush on Shrek.
"So that's Du Busi. He really did break through to Limit Douluo!"
"To think he could push Chief Long this far."
"Not so. Without those three Soul Tools, Du Busi wouldn't be Chief Long's match."
Zhang Peng did not join the other three in discussing the battle.
Instead, he turned his gaze toward