Whoosh!!!
An ancient bronze silhouette moved swiftly, weaving through a series of artificial mountain courtyards.
Along the way, all garden walls were violently breached, one human-shaped hole after another appeared.
"Quick!"
"Quicker!"
His face slightly pale, Chen Feng held his blood-stained, white-robed master, his eyes terrifyingly cold.
Battling with the Grandmaster was far more draining on the Holy Shield Giant than he expected.
He had to leave this place before the encirclement of the Flying Dragon Style was complete.
Whoosh!!
Boom!!
Debris flew everywhere, as he brushed past the crowd hastening over from the martial arts competition venue.
Zhang Tai, Zheng Shan, Pang Kui, Zhan Wushuang...
Shock filled their eyes as they looked on, followed closely by a storm brewing behind them.
"Get lost!!!"
With a thunderous roar, the Flying Red Tiger coalesced from the void, striking fiercely.
Roar!!!
