"Hmph, weren't you arrogant just now? Why, have you surrendered so soon? This Venerable has only just used full strength!"
While sneering, the Dragon Slayer clenched his fists and held them in front of his chest, with dark red light surrounding him, instantly converging at the tip of his fists.
"Blood Thunder Slay!"
With a roar, the red light on the Dragon Slayer's fists started to change, and in an instant, it transformed into dragon and tiger heads, exceedingly ferocious.
"Swoosh..."
The tiger head on the left fist, with a bloodthirsty and savage mouth.
The dragon head on the right palm, with fierce dragon claws, cleaving mountains and splitting the earth.
Such a fierce assault made Lin Zifeng's eyes narrow, as golden light from his body surged crazily toward his right palm.
"Dragon Soaring Soul Suppressing Palm!"
"Roar..."
