The next moment, the short-haired man narrowed his eyes, and when he reopened them, a blood-colored flame blazed around him, entangled in blood-colored thunder, resembling a supreme Shura!
"Boy, state your name, I, Di Xiu, never kill the nameless!" The short-haired man coldly stared at Ling Feng, with blood flames around him like a dragon, soaring towards the Nine Heavens.
"What, you want to die clear-headed?"
Ling Feng smiled arrogantly, "Very well, remember my name, Ling Feng! The one sending you to the Netherworld is me!"
"Seeking death!"
The short-haired man gave a cold shout and flew down!
"Blood Evil Capturing Dragon Palm!"
The short-haired man's palm momentum was mountain-like, and from a hundred meters away, it gathered a surge of majestic blood-colored thunder, transforming into a dragon-like shadow, swirling around the palm's power.
Boom boom boom——
Gale winds and rushing currents stirred up the rubble, grinding it into dust with blood-colored thunder.
