As Chen Yu flew into the sky, facing Chou Lengdao from afar, the opponent's turquoise eyes suddenly flashed with a mesmerizing azure glow.
Boom, zzzt!
A turquoise whirlwind rose around Chou Lengdao, like gigantic blades swirling endlessly, exuding an overbearing aura capable of slicing through everything.
"Can Brother Chen win?"
Miao Shui'er, observing the battle from below, felt a bit uneasy.
Although she had confidence in Chen Yu's strength, Chou Lengdao's reputation had circulated in the Qianyuan Realm for forty to fifty years, and his talent was extraordinary, his actions domineering and arrogant.
Dragon Slayer Hall taught its disciples skills on how to slay dragons.
Chou Lengdao was himself bloodthirsty and war-loving, almost constantly mingling on the battlefield with glorious achievements, his hands stained with countless dragon blood.
"Lin Yu, why not lend him a hand? If this person loses, wouldn't the vote we cast earlier be wasted?"
