"Hahaha, you fell for it!" Lin Xianyang laughed heartily, flipping his palm and striking towards Zhou Heng, who was suddenly immobilized.
This guy is really good at patience!
He clearly had such a powerful weapon, yet he kept it hidden, only to flee here and there, giving Zhou Heng the illusion that he was helpless, waiting for Zhou Heng to walk right into the trap, and thus formed a certain kill!
He flew in, the parasol above his head spinning, scattering beams of strange light that held Zhou Heng's form firmly in place.
A palm strike was already coming down!
With the power of over nine hundred Milky Ways, this strike would surely heavily injure Zhou Heng.
Just then, boom, a Fire Dragon shot out, silently roaring towards Lin Xianyang.
"What!" Lin Xianyang was taken aback, quickly retreating. If he charged forward again, he would be walking right into being ravaged!
