Li Xiaoya said nothing, cold sweat pouring from his forehead. Both his hands had been shaken numb. Ever since he had cultivated the Dragon-Devouring God-Reversal Art and begun wielding the Fire Dragon Sword, its sharpness and his monstrous strength had let him cut through practically anything. This was the first time he had encountered a demon beast he could not cleave apart. Old Dragon Head's physical strength as a tenth-tier demon beast truly was no idle boast. In terms of bodily strength and defense, perhaps only the Black Qilin in the Southwestern Ancient City could rival this fellow. Even High Person Qianshan probably could not match him, could he?
"I really can't let you live!" Old Dragon Head examined his hand, somewhat puzzled. Although the Fire Dragon Sword could not injure him, something unusual was at work, yet he could not put his finger on it. He snorted coldly and shouted, red light erupting around his entire body. He stomped forward with one enormous foot. Boom! With an explosive crash, he vanished into thin air.
"Not good!" Li Xiaoya froze at the sight, then roared and swung his sword to one side with all his strength. ...
Boom! With an explosive crash, Old Dragon Head appeared exactly there. Red light blazed from his draconic hand as he struck at Li Xiaoya's flank. The air across dozens of yards compressed, bearing down on him.
Clang! A metallic crash erupted, followed by another shower of golden and red light. Although Li Xiaoya blocked with the Fire Dragon Sword, he was still sent flying.
"Roar!" Old Dragon Head roared again. Red light erupted, and his figure vanished.
"Aaah!" Golden light erupted all over Li Xiaoya as he forcibly arrested his flight in midair. Boom! A muffled explosion shook the air, astral winds surged,