"Witch, stop! Let go of Taoist Qiu!"
"Who is it?"
A feeling of extreme danger surged in her heart. Li Mochou suddenly turned around to see a middle-aged man leaping through the air towards her.
He had a broad face and a simple, honest look, but when he waved his hand, he unleashed a terrifying golden dragon made of True Qi.
"The Dragon Expresses Regret!"
The golden dragon roared, brandishing its claws, and brought with it a terrifying gale as it hurtled straight toward her majestic chest.
Overwhelmingly domineering.
Utterly fierce.
"Jing'er!"
Qiu Chuji, Ma Yu, and the others were overjoyed; they hadn't expected Guo Jing to arrive.
Now they had hope of being saved.
"Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"
"Guo Jing!"
If it were before, Li Mochou might have feared Guo Jing somewhat, but now, it was no big deal.
"Under the radiance of my God, all evil will eventually vanish!" Li Mochou declared.
"Five Poison Palm!"
