Soaring to the shore, the little white flood dragon struck out directly, slamming a claw toward Ao Min, who was standing together with Chen Yang.
It wanted to slap Chen Yang and Ao Min to death.
Seeing that his chance had come, Chen Yang didn't delay; he pushed off with both legs and shot into the sky.
He met the descending dragon claw head-on!
"Hehe, courting death!" The little white flood dragon had no awareness of how strong Chen Yang was; it still had absolute confidence in its own strength.
Seeing Chen Yang clash with it head-on, it wasn't flustered at all. There was even a mocking look on its face, as if it could already see Chen Yang being slapped flat by it.
But no matter what, it never imagined that after Chen Yang charged up, not only did it fail to slap Chen Yang to death like patting mud…
Instead, a wave of pain came from its own claw!
