Immortal Spirit Ball.
Wang Hao stood grand and imposing on the ground.
The giant dragon huddled in fear, feeling exceedingly wronged.
It waited hundreds of millions of years to be summoned, and just when it could finally show off, it encountered this big freak Wang Hao.
Now all it could do was pray that Wang Hao would have a heart and not bully the weak.
The little fox said dazedly, "Did I see it wrong!? When did Brother Wang Hao get the Giant Spirit Saint Body!?"
Zhao Yiling shook her head and said, "I don't know, this guy is as incomprehensible as ever."
Little White continued to munch on a carrot, completely indifferent to such matters—one could say things like this were long taken for granted, not surprising at all.
"Whoosh..."
At this moment, a rapid sound of something cutting through the air arose.
Zhao Yiling and the little fox looked up, only to see Wang Hao's gigantic hand carrying a vast, ocean-like pressure as it grabbed the dragon's neck.
"Aow..."
