Xie Xuan looked at Zhang Shicheng charging towards him, a mocking glint in his eyes: "How much of your strength can you still harness now? I advise you to obediently transform into a dragon and walking flood dragon early, lest you disrupt the 'fetal qi' and cause the walking flood dragon to fail, reducing the efficacy of the dragon blood significantly."
Xie Xuan's voice was full of banter, showing that he did not regard Zhang Shicheng in his eyes at all. Facing the Yang God of Zhang Shicheng rushing at him, Xie Xuan the next moment extended his hand, the crystal palace below him twisted, the crystal stone twisted into swords, each sword burning with flames, slashing toward the approaching spirit of Zhang Shicheng.
Yet Zhang Shicheng's spirit was not willing to be outdone, generating bolts of lightning in the void, transforming into a thunderous net, surrounding Xie Xuan.
