Facing the overwhelming pressure emanating from the Tiger King, Luo Feng struggled to hold on. Not to mention drawing his saber, even standing was problematic.
Only at this moment did he realize the frightening power his master possessed.
The opponent was like an endlessly tall hazardous peak, while he was merely an insignificant ant at the foot of the mountain. The difference between them seemed to be beyond words.
"What's wrong, where did your momentum from before go?" Tiger King laughed loudly with his arms crossed.
He could only use Grand Momentum.
Luo Feng's eyes flashed, he gritted his teeth and immediately exerted his Demon Form Technique and Grand Momentum with full force.
Ang!
A dragon's roar reverberated through the void, several zhang high demon fire surged up from Luo Feng's body, the pressure lessened considerably, with a click, the saber hilt trembled and moved half an inch.
"This momentum..."
