Seizing the moment when Jiang Dali's old strength had faded and his new strength had yet to arise, a claw tore towards the crown of Jiang Dali's head.
Bang!
A solid collision sound came from the air.
No one could see what happened.
But in the next instant, they saw Zhu Xiawu's body being blown away by a destructive force like a cannonball, tumbling down from the air.
"Zhu the Great King, that's all you've got. What makes you think you can compete with this village chief?"
Jiang Dali roared, his Lion Roar Skill turning into vicious waves of sound that ferociously spread out like tangible things.
Immediately, the people around were knocked off their horses, dust was raised, and countless people fell to the ground holding their heads, screaming pitifully.
Spurt!
