With a send-off like this, Ying Jie's life had been worth living!
A loud THUMP!
As Ying Jie's Frost Snow Armor shattered, Yin Hu didn't care if the man was already unconscious. He slammed a fist into Ying Jie's jaw, cutting off the blood supply to his brain once again.
Finally, the dust settled.
Inside the bungalow, Yin Hu held Ying Jie by the collar, turned his head toward the shattered eastern window, and chuckled. "First time seeing a Snow Dragon of this caliber, huh?"
Rong Taotao opened his dazed eyes. Hearing Chen Bingxun's voice, he couldn't help but frown slightly. "Snow Dragon?"
Yin Hu, still holding Ying Jie's body, kicked through the wall beneath the window and stepped out. "Yep. The common, low-level Soul Beast from outside Hundred Corps Pass—the Snow Dragon."
Rong Taotao recalled the image of Chen Bingxun's "Hungry Tiger Pounces on Snake" and rubbed his head. "That Soul Skill was the Snow Dragon's Snake Form? Heh, I really didn't recognize it."
